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He stands by the door, his eyes dark with intent as he looks at me. His voice is calm but firm, full of authority. “Come here, Good Girl.”

I obey immediately, my heart racing with anticipation as I follow him down the hallway. He guides me into the bathroom, the soft flicker of candlelight reflecting off the water filling the tub. The scent of lavender drifts in the air, adding to the atmosphere of quiet dominance.

He steps into the bath and sits down, his gaze never leaving mine. “Undress,” he commands softly, his eyes lingering on me as I begin to shed my clothes, piece by piece, feeling his gaze scorch me with each motion.

Once I’m completely bare before him, he motions for me to step into the bath. I do so obediently, my body trembling with the heat of the water and the charge in the air. The water laps at my skin as I step in.. His eyes are fixed on me, and I know I’m his focus now.

“Now, kneel,” he commands.

I immediately fall to my knees in the water between his legs, my hands resting on my thighs.. I look up at him, waiting for permission to serve him properly.

My body shivers with anticipation, my breath coming in soft, shaky gasps as I wait. The quiet tension in the room thickens as he settles deeper into the water, his gaze still locked with mine. The air is thick with unsaid promises as he finally speaks, “I want you to serve me now,” he orders, his eyes dark with authority.

I move with deliberate slowness, straddling him, the water splashing gently around us as I position myself over him. My body quivers with the thought of him so close, but I wait for his command before I make any move. He meets my eyes, giving me the go-ahead, and I begin to grind against him, slowly at first, feeling the weight of his gaze on me as I move. The water laps over both of us, warm and slick, adding to the tension as I tease him, moving just enough to keep him desperate but not enough to give him what he craves.

I can feel the hardness beneath me, and my body reacts involuntarily, my hips grinding down in response to the urgency building between us. He watches me, his jaw clenched, hands resting on the edge of the tub, though I can sense his restraint.

He grabs me by my hips, pulling me closer, the muscles in his arms flexing with the movement. His voice is a low growl, just above a whisper, “Don’t stop, but don’t move any faster. You will stay like this until I say so.”

He tightens his grip, his fingers digging into my sides, before his hands trail possessively over my body, slowly sliding up my waist and across my ribs. Every touch sends a shiver through me, marking me as his. He leans in close, his breath hot against my ear, and whispers, “Now stand and stay still, or I’ll make it even harder for you.”

His hands slide down my arms, slick and strong, as he takes the tie from the bathrobe hanging nearby. With practiced precision, he binds my wrists together behind my back, leaving me ***, exposed, and trembling for him.

The soft fabric of the tie bites into my skin, a constant reminder that I belong to him right now.. bound, obedient, desperate. He starts to tease me. His fingers brush between my thighs, feather-light, barely grazing the places I need him most. I instinctively try to push back against him, but the sharp tug on my bound wrists reminds me to behave.

“Good girls wait until they’re given permission,” he murmurs, his fingers teasing me relentlessly.. stroking, circling, never quite giving me enough to fall over the edge.

The water sloshes softly around us, the sound mixing with my broken whimpers as he brings me right to the edge again and again, only to pull away each time I get too close.

“Not yet,” he growls every time he feels my body tense, every time he senses I’m about to fall apart for him. I’m a desperate, shaking mess in his hands, pleading with my eyes, my whole body begging for his approval.. for his permission to cum.

Finally, when I’m trembling so badly I can barely stand, he grips my chin and ***s me to meet his eyes. “You want it that badly, Good Girl?” he growls, his voice rough with need. I nod desperately, my bound hands straining against the restraints as I gasp, “Please, Sir... I need you... please use me…”

That’s all it takes.

Without another word, he suddenly turns me around, positioning me against the edge of the tub. The water splashes over the sides as he presses me roughly, pinning me in place. I can barely steady myself as he moves behind me, and then, without hesitation, he thrusts deep inside me, making me cry out. My bound hands scrabble uselessly, *** and exposed to him as he claims me completely. He sets a brutal, punishing rhythm.. hard, fast, and relentless.. using my body exactly how he wants. Every snap of his hips sends filthy, desperate sounds from my lips.

He grabs my hair, pulling my head back so he can growl filth into my ear.. telling me how perfect I feel, how tight, how wet, how much he loves wrecking his Good Girl. I’m utterly ***, reduced to a moaning, shuddering mess, clinging to every thrust, every slap of skin on skin, as he fucks me into complete submission.

“Come for me now,” he snarls, and I break instantly.. shattering around him, crying out his name, my body convulsing ***ly in his grip. He doesn’t stop.. fucking me through it, dragging every last bit of pleasure from my trembling pussy, claiming me so completely that I’ll never doubt for a second who I belong to.

And when he finally follows, spilling deep inside me with a groan of pure possession, I collapse against him.. shaking, dripping, utterly ruined, and utterly his.

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After the storm of passion settles, he slows his movements, his hands now gentle as they trace over my body, still trembling in his arms. He carefully unties my wrists, his fingers soft as they release me from the restraints.

I collapse fully against him, feeling the warmth of his body, the aftershocks of my pleasure still pulsing through me. He pulls me close, holding me with a tenderness that only he can give, his lips brushing against my forehead in a soft kiss.

"You were perfect, Good Girl," he whispers, his voice thick with satisfaction and pride. "So obedient, so beautiful."

I melt into him, resting my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, savoring the comfort of his embrace. My body still shivers from the intensity, but now it’s from a quiet, soft kind of relief, knowing I’m safe with him.

He runs his fingers through my hair, soothing me, grounding me, offering me the warmth and protection I need after everything. He holds me tightly, reminding me with every soft word and touch that I’m his good girl, that he’s proud of me.

And as the bath water cools around us, we stay like that.. him holding me, making sure I’m okay, making sure I feel loved and cared for, as my body begins to calm and my mind drifts into peaceful contentment.

**I hope you enjoyed reading this. Please feel free to let me know below. I'd love to hear from you.
Warmly,
Bonnie**
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9 minutes ago, junie4luv said:
Good job writing

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Just now, ArizonaSanTan said:
A very good read

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5 minutes ago, Kimber469ing said:
Very good story keep up the good writing

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Just now, BeastincaRnate said:
Stellar work.

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5 hours ago, Salem49229 said:
Not bad.

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3 hours ago, theaetistblue said:
Aww this is cute

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Beautifully written, absolutely loved it! 🥰
3 minutes ago, peachesinfetland said:
Beautifully written, absolutely loved it! 🥰

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  • 3 weeks later...
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Certainly sets my mind and imagination into motion! Wonderful scene you have set, especially whilst admiring your pic.But personally, I would be teasing you, with no end in sight 😋
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