A game of trust and control

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I ran from him in the woods, laughter echoing through the trees, smirking when I dared to look back. I wanted him to chase me. I wanted him to catch me.

In the clearing, I stopped—heart pounding, waiting. When he reached me, he remembered the rule: no touch without my permission. It was our first meet, a game of trust and control. I wanted to test him. Push him. Watch his restraint snap.

But he didn’t break. He stood behind me, holding himself together even as I tempted him. I brushed my hair aside, letting him breathe me in—vanilla, heat, sin. I took his hands, placed one on my breast, the other deep where I was dripping for him. I wanted him to feel it. To ache. To crave. To obsess.

His lips pressed to my neck, his body trembling. I guided his hand to my throat, and he squeezed until my face and hands went numb. I licked myself off his finger, then made him taste the other. I saw the war in his eyes—the control, the hunger, the agony of denial.

Every moan, every pout, every begging look was a knife against his composure. My body screamed for him. My soul taunted him. My heart raced, daring him to lose control and ruin me.

[cu****]

Wow princess,
That was hot. I could absolutely make that happen and make it so intense you would lose control.
If you’re interested, I would like for us to get to know each other. Let me know. Stay safe.