BDSM Dating in London

The car sat quietly under the rain, windows fogging at the edges. Ava kept her hands on her thighs just as he’d told her, breath steady but warm.

“Color?” he asked.

“Green.”

He opened the center console—soft click, faint rattle of toys inside. She couldn’t see what he picked, only felt the air shift as he leaned closer.

“You trust me?” he murmured.

“Yes.”

“Close your eyes.”

She did, and the darkness sharpened everything—the hum of the engine, his breath near her ear, the quiet promise in the silence before she felt the first light, deliberate touch of whatever he’d chosen.

Her breath caught.
He smiled.
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