DIRTY SUBMISSION TO MY FATHER’S BEST FRIEND
Tell me what you’re wearing and trip for me slowly.
Heat rushed through me instantly, sharp and consuming me. I pushed myself to my feet, glancing down at my work clothes, black shirt, black pants, with apron already tossed aside hours ago. My hands moved to the buttons, slower than usual, undoing them one by one like I could feel his eyes on me. The shirt fell open, exposing my chest to the cool air. My nipples hardened immediately, already sensitive from the fabric rubbing against them all day. I swallowed, then typed back, hearing his voice in my head as I did.
DomCraver: Just my work shirt and pants, Dom. I’m undoing the shirt now. It’s open and my skin is bare underneath.
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