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jangaleeIt begins with him informing her that she is to wear actual underthings in the form of a pair of ( ridiculously soft, quite possibly inordinately expensive ) panties, and that she chooses a shade that compliments the color of her eyes pretty nicely is of no real consequence; a simple, small matter of pride on her own part that finds her hoping he'll notice. And appreciate the effort. But — it keeps her waiting, wondering what that means for her as the morning progresses and her imagination starts to wander, as all manner of debauched filth leads to daydreaming and … ultimately squirming when those panties have found themselves soaked through.
… Oops.
It feels like too long, like touch me, please, or I might fall apart before the snap of his fingers brings her immediately to his side, and the sight of her leash in one hand brings her immediately to hands and knees. It's a beautiful, sweet thing, that strip of leather — and the snap of it once, twice, sharply against his thigh brings about the sort of sound that can only be described as a whine to the tip of her tongue as she licks her lips in anticipation. Please. ( The clip to her collar adds a fair bit of weight that pulls some of the tension from her shoulders, all but bleeds it from her as Mallory helps her up onto the desk in front of him, and she moves with him so willingly, so eager to have him place her as he will, even as he reaches underneath her skirt to remove the soaked bit of fabric that all but gives away her vivid imagination.
He hasn't even touched her yet. )
He does present the length of something seemingly innocuous to the curve of her mouth — a length that begins to pulsate on a low frequency against her tongue as she takes it in and tries not to moan at the thought of where it might go. ( Her cunt wouldn't require any subsequent lubrication, so that must mean — oh. ) She gives the slightest hitch of breath as her legs are brought up, fit into soft leather cuffs attached to locked drawers on either side of her, and such a simple thing alone is enough to hold her obscenely open for him, unable to close her knees or maintain any sort of modesty at all —
And she does moan when he encourages her to lean back, simultaneously taking the vibe from her mouth and pushing her skirt up, giving a soft little command to push up her shirt as well, just enough to give him full access to even more warm skin tipped with pebble-hard nipples. Exposing all of her most intimate parts while still completely, perfectly clothed.
It's only when a distant voice through a speaker reminds her that. He's on a call and her mouth clamps shut, another small sound caught in the back of her throat as the vibe breaches the tight hole of her ass. Helpless against it, she forces her body to relax; to open for him, as it always inevitably does.
… Oops.
It feels like too long, like touch me, please, or I might fall apart before the snap of his fingers brings her immediately to his side, and the sight of her leash in one hand brings her immediately to hands and knees. It's a beautiful, sweet thing, that strip of leather — and the snap of it once, twice, sharply against his thigh brings about the sort of sound that can only be described as a whine to the tip of her tongue as she licks her lips in anticipation. Please. ( The clip to her collar adds a fair bit of weight that pulls some of the tension from her shoulders, all but bleeds it from her as Mallory helps her up onto the desk in front of him, and she moves with him so willingly, so eager to have him place her as he will, even as he reaches underneath her skirt to remove the soaked bit of fabric that all but gives away her vivid imagination.
He hasn't even touched her yet. )
He does present the length of something seemingly innocuous to the curve of her mouth — a length that begins to pulsate on a low frequency against her tongue as she takes it in and tries not to moan at the thought of where it might go. ( Her cunt wouldn't require any subsequent lubrication, so that must mean — oh. ) She gives the slightest hitch of breath as her legs are brought up, fit into soft leather cuffs attached to locked drawers on either side of her, and such a simple thing alone is enough to hold her obscenely open for him, unable to close her knees or maintain any sort of modesty at all —
And she does moan when he encourages her to lean back, simultaneously taking the vibe from her mouth and pushing her skirt up, giving a soft little command to push up her shirt as well, just enough to give him full access to even more warm skin tipped with pebble-hard nipples. Exposing all of her most intimate parts while still completely, perfectly clothed.
It's only when a distant voice through a speaker reminds her that. He's on a call and her mouth clamps shut, another small sound caught in the back of her throat as the vibe breaches the tight hole of her ass. Helpless against it, she forces her body to relax; to open for him, as it always inevitably does.
