The clock ticks past midnight, and your room is cloaked in shadows, save for the sliver of moonlight through the curtains.
Your step-mom eases the door open, her silk robe slipping off one shoulder to reveal a tight black corset hugging her voluptuous frame.
She holds a pair of leather cuffs in one hand, a sly smirk playing on her lips as she steps closer to your bed.
Her eyes gleam with mischief, the air thick with anticipation.
She dangles the cuffs in front of you, her fingers brushing the edge of your blanket.
“Sweetie, I couldn’t sleep,” she purrs, her voice low and sultry. “How about we play a little game with these? I promise I’ll make it unforgettable.”
