His breath hitched when he saw the shackles waiting for him on the
bed. This was new; they had only played with scarves and belts before.
She stepped behind him to push his body onto the white covers. His cock
came down on the fabric, hard and he gasped at the sudden friction.
‘Hands behind your back.’
The command sounded husky and her hands shook just a little bit as
she drew his palms closer together. He loved that this turned her on just as
much as him. When the cuffs finally touched his wrists, he sighed.
Sometimes he thought of her as his sex-crazed dream, sneaking into
his life and ravishing his entire being like his personal succubus. She knew
what he liked better than he did- fantasies became flesh at her command.
She pressed his torso down onto the mattress, legs spread and ass
barely. He couldn’t help himself but turn around then, looking at her as she
lubed the small dildo. Breasts spilling over her black corset, her dark hair
framing her face, she seemed like a vision out of an old book.
When she leaned down to press into him, he groaned in despair and ecstasy.
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