“Kneel.” That urge to obey sent him to his knees. She stepped closer, close enough he could smell her arousal. Then closer still. He fought the urge to lean in to lick her cunt. He didn’t have permission for that. He glanced up at her and then away. Her dark hair was swept over one …
She rattled the chains that held her, looking for that inch of leeway. None existed. Trussed up tight with arms and legs bound, with body bent and cunt exposed. “Walk into my parlor…” The whispered words tickled her ears, caressing like the fingers trailing down her back. They tap, gentle than hard and then back …