Popular Post br**** Posted August 19 Popular Post **Trigger Warning** - Reason: Knife play He texted her that he’s heading home. She had exactly 34 minutes to figure out a plan to make him hard Sir likes it when her hair is up and in lingerie with the bed restraint cuffs on to make it easy to hook up. She looked in the mirror and give herself a devilish grin. She knew exactly what to do The door slammed shut harder than usual. His presence filled the room like a storm, his shoulders tense, his jaw set. He didn’t need to speak for her to know—today had weighed heavily on him. She was already waiting. Kneeling in silence, head bowed, hands resting obediently on her thighs. Her heartbeat quickened the moment his shadow fell over her. For a long moment he just stood there, chest rising and falling with controlled breaths. Then, slowly, his hand slid into her hair, gripping the back of her head and tilting her face upward. Their eyes met—his gaze sharp, hers soft and devoted. “Good girl,” he murmured, though the words carried a darker edge tonight. He led her to the bedroom, each step deliberate, as though stripping away the day’s frustrations with the promise of control. The restraints were waiting; he bound her wrists to the headboard, securing her wide open, exposed, *** beneath him. The first sensation came with the warm drip of candle wax across her skin—liquid heat that made her gasp and arch into the sting. He watched intently, the tightness in his body easing as her shivers answered his touch. Drop by drop, he ***ted her with heat, claiming her body in red and gold. Then came the cool kiss of steel. The knife traced her curves with slow, deliberate lines, never cutting, only teasing—sharp enough to make her breath hitch, dangerous enough to remind her who she belonged to. He pressed it lightly against her collarbone, then down the center of her chest, watching the way her body trembled between *** and trust. Her eyes fluttered closed, surrendering completely. And in that surrender, he found release—not from anger, but from the weight of the day. Each mark of wax, each whisper of steel, carved the chaos from him and replaced it with something steady, controlled, and deeply intimate. By the time he set the knife aside and leaned down to claim her lips, the storm had broken. She was marked, trembling, his. And he was calm again.
Deleted Member Posted August 19 You and a million other thirsty dudes. The thirsty men are really screwing it up for the rest , making us a dime a dozen with the thirsty comments 🤣
Ro**** Posted August 19 You carry on she is to far away from me I just like to read and enjoy it so she can take con in knowing it was good
Axminster Posted August 19 Ho my god how I wish I could have been her . I love that to happen to me .
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