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"Hey, can I come in?" she asked, her voice low and sultry, a smirk hidden on her lips.
"Yeah, what's up?" I asked, surprised to see her here without a heads-up.
"I think you know what's up," she said, her voice dripping with suggestion.
At that moment, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I could feel my heart beating faster with anticipation.
"No... can't think of anything. Could you explain why you're here?"
She took a step closer, her eyes locked onto mine. She reached out and gently traced a finger along my jawline, sending shivers down my spine.
"You know, I've always sensed there was something... different about you."
My gaze drifted downward, settling on her shoes. They were a pair of sleek, black leather pumps with thick, imposing soles. My heart skipped a beat as I imagined the feeling of those soles against my skin.
"Those shoes..." I whispered, my voice barely audible.
She leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear.
"Something that makes you crave a certain kind of... attention."
My eyes widened, my heart pounding in my chest as I realized what she was talking about.
"How...?" I asked, nearly trembling.
"Stop."
She took another step closer, a predatory glint in her eyes.
"Remember how you let me log into my email on your laptop to check a couple of things?"
"Oh no..."
I said it as the life seemed to drain from my body.
The fact was, I'd been watching ballbusting videos on that laptop over the last couple of days. She'd seen them.
"You checked my history," I said in anguish.
"No. I checked the history on my account, actually. Believe it or not, I'm not that invasive."
She said it in a smug, condescending tone.
"I'm so—"
Trying to apologize, I was cut off.
"Shut it. Can I kick your balls or not?"
My eyes widened in shock, my face flushing with embarrassment and a hint of excitement.
"I-I..."
The words caught in my throat. I couldn't believe she was bringing up my dirty little secret like this. I was torn between *** and excitement.
"Yes," I finally whispered, my voice barely audible.
"You can... kick my balls."
"Just once... or are you mine?"
she asked wickedly, a grin of ownership spreading across her face, cruelty glistening in her eyes, fueled by passion.
My eyes locked onto hers, a mix of *** and desire swirling inside me. I swallowed hard, my throat tight as I tried to process her words.
"Yours," I breathed, my voice trembling with surrender.
"I'm yours... and you can do whatever you want to me."
"Then spread them. NOW!"
she commanded with urgency and conquest.
My legs began to tremble as I slowly spread them apart, never taking my eyes off hers. I was acutely aware of the power dynamic at play, and the thrill of submitting to her dominance was almost overwhelming.
"Like this?" I asked, my voice husky with anticipation and a hint of ***.
She grinned, a sadistic glint in her eyes as she watched me brace myself. She didn't give me a moment to prepare.
"You asked for it," she said, her voice dripping with cruel pleasure.