Off Limits
“The trust, the peace, the fact that we can finally be… fully us.”
Grayson stepped closer, one hand brushing my hair back, the other resting lightly on my waist. “Then let’s make it… memorable,” he said, voice low and full of want.
He pulled me toward the bed with a playful grin, the velvet box already waiting on the nightstand—our familiar collection of cuffs, blindfold, flogger, paddle, warming oil, and a new addition; soft nipple clamps connected by a delicate chain. "Thought we'd add a little more tonight," he murmured, voice tender and teasing. "To celebrate how far we have come."
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