Mistressdunlop
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The room was almost pitch black, the only thing illuminating it being the red lights hanging from the ceiling. The small beads of sweat made their way down her forehead as her breathing began to slow down. Her eyes were covered with a blindfold and her wrists were handcuffed together. She was completely vulnerable just waiting for what was next. The sound of his boots hitting the hard cold floor echoed throughout the small empty room as he approached her.
He stood there and just observed her. Her body, her curves, her thighs, her lips. "Look how beautiful you are." He said with a low voice. He reached out his hand and traced a line down her waist all the way to her thighs. She inhaled sharply, the anticipation of what he might do next was driving her insane.He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. “You’ve been so good… but I wonder—do you *deserve* a reward?” His hand slid up her thigh, slow and teasing. She whimpered, straining slightly against the cuffs. “P-please…” she whispered. He chuckled darkly. “Please *what*? Ask properly.” The power in his voice made her shiver. She took a shaky breath. “Please… touch me.” Just as he was about to obey, a sudden knock at the door shattered the moment.
They both froze.
“Room service!” called a cheerful voice.
They burst out laughing—still in character, she mock-glared beneath the blindfold. “We’re *busy*!” he yelled, pulling a robe on quick.
Turns out ordering wine and strawberries was way sexier when interrupted.
He stood there and just observed her. Her body, her curves, her thighs, her lips. "Look how beautiful you are." He said with a low voice. He reached out his hand and traced a line down her waist all the way to her thighs. She inhaled sharply, the anticipation of what he might do next was driving her insane.He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. “You’ve been so good… but I wonder—do you *deserve* a reward?” His hand slid up her thigh, slow and teasing. She whimpered, straining slightly against the cuffs. “P-please…” she whispered. He chuckled darkly. “Please *what*? Ask properly.” The power in his voice made her shiver. She took a shaky breath. “Please… touch me.” Just as he was about to obey, a sudden knock at the door shattered the moment.
They both froze.
“Room service!” called a cheerful voice.
They burst out laughing—still in character, she mock-glared beneath the blindfold. “We’re *busy*!” he yelled, pulling a robe on quick.
Turns out ordering wine and strawberries was way sexier when interrupted.
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