It didn’t feel like what her imagination had promised her. As her right cheekbone sunk down onto the dark polished wood, the sudden thrill of the power was so much more than she had anticipated.
When Sebastian had told her that submission was fueled by power, she had laughed at him But this... oh, this was something else all together.
Knowing that eyes were taking pleasure in her salacious pose, staring at her from the opposite building, sent a hot flush through her.
She was the one in control. She was the one driving them to lick their lips and hold on to their clothed cocks, desperate to touch themselves but not allowed to in each others’ company.
They were trapped but she was free.
Goosebumps spread on her rosy skin right from her flat hands on the table to her raised arse and beautiful hips.
She knew that they were looking when she spread her legs a little bit further, revealing the pink folds between. She could just see them: The stares were stroking into her, caressing her thighs and arse longingly. Her body felt the desperate heat through two panels of glass.
They all belonged to her.
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