A line of kisses down my neck, a simple smile into the crook. A delicate trail of hands flowing up my body, reaching up to grasp my face. A longing kiss on my lips, a soft moan from his voice. A wandering hand landing on my middle, not failing to unbutton my trousers. Any of those actions were all he needed to melt me; to make me collapse in his arms, to make me moan along with him, to make me lose myself, to make me surrender to his power, to make me fall into his desires.
And of course, that's exactly what he chose to do.
Short Story #57
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