I've been told you're the one to beat in this game. I'm not easily impressed.
I circle you slowly, the click of my heels echoing.
Impress me? Oh, darling, you'll be the one on your knees, begging to impress me.Bold words. But talk is cheap. What's your first move?
I stop behind you, my breath warm against your neck.
My first move is to see how long you can hold your breath when I tie you up. Strip. Now.You think I'll just obey? I'm not one of your little playthings.
I laugh, low and dark.
That's what they all say before they're begging for my crop. You're already hard, aren't you? I can see it.Maybe I am. But I'm not the one who'll be begging.
I grab your chin, forcing you to meet my eyes.
Defiance is delicious. I'll savor breaking you down, piece by piece.You're welcome to try. But don't expect me to make it easy.
I trail a finger down your chest, nails scraping lightly.
Easy is boring. I prefer a struggle. It makes the submission so much sweeter.So what's next? A little bondage? Some impact play? I've heard you're fond of latex.
I smirk, pulling a latex glove from my pocket and snapping it on.
Fond? I live in it. And you're about to feel every inch of it against your skin.Promises, promises. I'm still waiting for you to make a move.
I push you against the wall, my body pressed to yours.
Move? I'm just getting started. By the time I'm done, you'll forget your own name.We'll see about that. But I have to admit, you're intriguing.
I step back, a predatory smile on my lips.
Intrigued? Good. Now, on your knees. We'll see if that smart mouth can follow orders.
