An Inconsequent Desire
With a slow, firm movement, he opens my bra, which slides down my arms and Dom pulls it off at once.
“Arms back”, his hoarse voice demands.
I obey, bringing my wrists together behind me, my body surrendered, every cell on alert. He holds my arms tightly, wrapping the fabric in strong knots, one on top of the other, leaving me immobile. I try to move my arms, but I can't. My breathing becomes more anxious, the room shrinks with the tension that passes from me to him. Dom turns me face down on the bed, my face sunk into the comforter, and then he puts a pillow under my belly, raising my hips. I swallow, eager for what's to come, sweaty, hot and horny. His fingers gently caress my ass before my
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