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I dreamed she was waiting on her knees, wrists bound behind her back with soft rope, head bowed. The room smelled of leather and candle wax. My domain.

I walked around her, slow, deliberate, crop in hand.

“Speak.”

Her voice trembled. “Please, Sir.”

That word lit me up.

I pulled her up by the collar, pressed her to the wall, breath hot against her neck. A blindfold slid over her eyes. Then cuffs. Then the click of a chain.

Every sound, every pause, was control mine.

I teased her with a feather, then a sharp slap. Her body danced between tension and need, obeying every command without question.

I didn’t need to raise my voice. She responded to tone, to silence, to the promise of more.

Then I woke breathless, hard, hungry.

Still tasting the power on my tongue.
You should right porn fiction dude sounds like exactly the stuff my ex used to read like word my word 🤣
He's right!!! Its really really good...hot sexy, takes your breath away and makes my pussy wet
Erotica. Is the term. Or smut.
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