Just a little tale part 2

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The hem of her dress now raised over the curve of her ass and resting on her hips. He knelt behind her, the filtered sunlight glinting off the buckle still wrapped around her wrists binding hands around the tree. His gaze roamed over her — the faint tremble in her thighs, the way her breathing quickened with every second.

He let his palm trail gently over the soft fabric of her panties, already damp with her need. She gasped, the sound half surprise, half surrender. Her body arched ***ly, pressing into his touch.

“Just as I thought,” he murmured, the words more breath than voice. “Hungry little Cheeky_Fox.”

His fingers curled around the waistband, sliding them down — slow, deliberate. Over her hips, her ass, down her thighs, her calves. She shivered as the cool air kissed her skin. When the garment reached her ankles, he gave a soft command.

“Right foot.”

She obeyed.

“Left.”

The panties came free. He folded them neatly in one practised movement and slid them into his back pocket with a smirk only she could feel — a silent claiming.

“They’re mine now,” he said simply. “Like you.”

Her breath hitched again. She didn’t protest.

His hands returned, brushing over her calves, then her thighs — slow and reverent. He traced the shape of her, savouring the way her muscles twitched beneath his touch. His lips followed, warm and lingering, tasting her skin, committing it to memory.

His fingers, tracing lines for his lips to follow, finally reached their goal, slowly teasin with the promise of more his lips veered of course, he licked a spot on her ass cheek leaving a very wet spot he pulled his head back so when he blew the air would be cold, his teeth grazed her, gently, firmly, at the same time his fingers entered her, drawing out a sound from her throat — a moan, a gasp, a yelp — raw and unfiltered.

He smiled against her skin.

His mouth returned to its previous mission of following the lines traced by his fingers. He tasted her, losing control for a fleeting moment. This is what he had been waiting for all dayher squirming and moaning, bringing him back to his senses.

She was unravelling. Beautifully.

But he wasn’t finished.

He stood, his movements fluid and confident, one hand curling into the dark waves of her hair, guiding her gently but firmly back into his orbit. Her head tilted in response, neck exposed, breath unsteady.

Then, his voice — close, commanding, low enough to stir something deeper in her.

“What do you want, Cheeky_Fox?”

She didn’t answer right away. She couldn’t. Her mouth parted, but no words came. Only the sound of her heartbeat and the thrum of longing that pulsed louder than thought.

“Say it,” he whispered, his lips ghosting along her jaw. “Or I stop.”

Her body tensed. A breath. A pause. And then—

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Hiii

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I vanilla barely brewth reading this. I want to be tied to a tree and trembling under his
Control

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I can barely breathe***

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