wi**** Posted April 22 The living room is small but tidy. A couch sits across from a well-used recliner, both angled toward an entertainment center that houses a stereo and an old television. Rachel steps out of the hallway, her hands brushing against her jeans. "Thanks for letting me use your washing machine," she says, her voice soft but sincere as she moves toward the couch. Conley sits in the recliner, one arm d***d over the side, the other holding a small remote. He clicks a button, and the stereo hums to life, filling the room with a low, sensual melody. His blue-grey eyes follow her every step. "Stop," he says firmly, just as she reaches the middle of the room. Rachel halts, her head tilting slightly as she glances at him. "Turn around." His voice is calm but commanding, and he raises his hand, making a slow circling gesture in the air. Rachel obeys, pivoting slowly, her long black hair swaying as she moves. "Dance for me," Conley says, leaning back in his chair. Rachel hesitates, then begins to sway to the rhythm. Her movements are tentative at first but grow more fluid as she closes her eyes and lets the music guide her. "Shirt off," he orders, his voice low. She pulls her plain t-shirt over her head, revealing a black bra adorned with a single purple rose in the center. Conley's lips curl into a faint smile. "Jeans," he says next. Her fingers move to the button and zipper, and she slides them down her legs, stepping out of them gracefully. She's left in her mismatched underwear—a black bra with a purple rose and panties in a purple hue that matches the rose, though they're clearly not part of a set. "Kneel," Conley says, his tone softening slightly. Rachel sinks to her knees, her bright blue eyes meeting his. "Good girl," he murmurs, the approval in his voice unmistakable. "Crawl to me," he commands, his voice once again firm. Rachel places her hands on the carpet and moves toward him, her movements slow and deliberate. When she reaches him, he leans forward, cupping her face gently as he guides her to stand. Their lips meet in a tender kiss, his hands trailing down her back in a slow, deliberate motion. The music continues to play, filling the silence.
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