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By (user no longer on site) OP 36 weeks ago
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The tires hissed over wet tarmac as I navigated the mountain road, my hand resting on her thigh. The leather of her skirt creaked under my fingers, warm from the heater. She hadn’t spoken since we left the city—just those quick, anticipatory breaths, her lips parted slightly in the dark. Subspace already creeping in, surrender tightening her muscles. "Eyes on me," I said. She turned, pupils blown. The GPS counted down the miles to the cabin, but the real countdown had started hours ago, the second she handed me her collar at the door. I squeezed her leg, nails biting just enough to make her gasp. "When we get there, you’re stripping at the door. No hesitation." A shiver. "Yes, Sir." The headlights cut through the pines, revealing the cabin—rustic, private, ours for the weekend. I parked, killed the engine, and let the silence press in. Her fingers twitched in her lap. Waiting. I undid my seatbelt slowly, watching her chest rise. "Now." She moved fast, scrambling out into the cold, dress already unzipped by the time I reached her. The air smelled like earth and rain. I cupped her chin, forcing her to look up. "Good girl." The words dripped with promise. Inside, the fire was lit, the ropes laid out. And she was mine
The cabin door clicked shut behind us, sealing out the night. The firelight flickered over her bare skin as she stood trembling, her dress pooled at her feet. I traced a finger down her sternum, feeling the rapid flutter of her pulse beneath my touch. "On your knees," I ordered, my voice low. She sank down without hesitation, her thighs pressed together, fingers twitching against them—restrained by instinct alone. I cupped the back of her neck, letting the weight of my grip ground her. The ropes waited on the table, coils neatly arranged beside the bottle of oil. I dragged my thumb over her lower lip, watching her tongue dart out instinctively. "You’ll take what I give you tonight," I murmured. "Every inch, every sigh. Understood?" A shaky exhale. "Yes, Sir." I pushed two fingers into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking obediently, her breath hot and ragged through her nose. When I withdrew, a slick strand connected us for a second before breaking. "Stay." I moved to the fireplace, stirring the embers before selecting the first length of rope. Her whimper was barely audible, but I heard it—the sound of want, of surrender. The night had only just begun.
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