The Chair 🪑

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She told him to wait—blindfolded, wrists tied behind the velvet-backed chair, pulse thudding louder than the bass that crept through the walls. He obeyed, of course. She had that kind of gravity. That kind of voice that made the word “stay” feel like a spell.

He didn’t hear her approach, but he felt the warmth of her breath before he felt the leather—sharp and teasing across his collarbone. Every inch of his skin screamed yes, but her rules were clear: no words unless invited, no begging unless it was beautiful, and no touching—unless she made you.

She circled, slow and deliberate. A goddess in thigh-highs and steel. Her fingers traced his jaw, then disappeared again, leaving only the echo of a promise.

And then? The chair creaked. His breath hitched. She whispered, “Good boy.”

And the real fun began.

[ra****]

i wish i could repost this like twitter 👌

[mu****]

Sounds so hot 🔥 🥵

[fu****]

Dammit