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134: Our Own Sex Club 2.šŸ”„šŸ”ž

Author: TheLadyAthena
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-13 18:06:57

Delilah's POV

See?

Of course, Thorne! I want to see every fucking thing you have in-store for me.

My body was still humming, every nerve ending screaming from the aftershocks of my orgasm. I looked from his intense, dark eyes to the ornate drawer of his desk. My curiosity wasn’t sated. It was a fire he’d poured gasoline on.

ā€œYes,ā€ I breathed out, finally. ā€œShow me.ā€

A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. He pushed himself off me, his weight leaving a sudden coldness on my skin.

He crossed the room to a heavy, darkwood chest I hadn’t noticed before. When he returned, a handful of silk scarves, deep crimson and black, were pooled in his large hand.

ā€œTurn over,ā€ he commanded, in a low voice.ā€œOn your stomach.ā€

A fresh thrill shot through me. I obeyed, rolling onto my front, the cool leather of the sofa a stark contrast to my heated skin. He moved with an efficient grace, tying one scarf firmly around my right wrist, then threading it through a sturdy leg of the heavy sofa befo
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