The Pair: Damien and Annabelle
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Last published Thu, Oct 8, 2020
She tugs at her hands and notices they have been cuffed to the bed. She looks down and sees she's in nothing but the red lace panties and bra she had on last night.
"Violet" she hears the husky voice say.
Following its direction, she looks forward towards her right and sees him "What?..What is this Damien?" She demands with confusion in her eyes and continues to tug at the cuffs. Her ankles had also be restrained.
"Violet Annabelle" he says again looking directly at her with his blue grey eyes that have darkened with anger and lust.
"Violet what?" She says in a low voice. After seeing the lust in his eyes and sensing the sexual tension, she gets extremely aroused. Her nipples stand painfully erect against the fabric of her bra and she mentally groans at the slickness between her thighs.
"Your safe word" her eyes widened in realisation and he smirked. "I doubt you'd even find the voice to speak when I begin with you" He says as he stands and approaches her. Only then does she realise that she's in for a long day, and that she's gonna be fucked literally and figuratively...
He's pissed, so so pissed...and this would be her punishment.
Oh boy...
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