The Bartender in Bed

The Bartender in Bed

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The evening breeze was in full swing and you needed a place to wind down. Thinking of your options of you entered your favorite bar, and then the cool lights hit his body. You saw him, your heart rate increasing, your eyes fluttering, and a rush of adrenaline hitting you. Not knowing this hot and unfamiliar face, you sit down and clench your thighs trying to control the wetness that beads through your tight panties. The events that were going to transpire that night and long after were certainly some the kinkiest, hottest, and loving moments you have ever had. =================================================================== Author's Note: Viewer Discretion Advised! THIS IS A MATURE STORY ONLY MEANT FOR 18+ INDIVIDUALS. IF YOU ARE NOT NOT THE INTENDED DEMOGRAPHIC, PLEASE CLICK OFF. =================================================================== This story is inspired by Kabuyama VA's ASMR story called "A Flirty Bartender Takes You Home". Certain elements of the story are used in this work and I am not claiming that is this an original idea. Generally, this will be a longer story, with more backstory, details, and unique personalities among characters. Thank you for reading! \('▽`*)
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Valeria didn't rush. She never did. Inez was pinned beneath her, wrist locked overhead, the hold precise and impersonal. Not pain. Control. Inez scoffed anyway. "That's it?" she sneered. "I've had tutors scarier than you." Valeria said nothing. The silence pressed in. "You don't scare me," Inez added, louder. Brattier. "You just-" "Enough." One word. Flat. Final. Valeria lifted Inez's chin with two fingers, detached as a correction. "Look at me," she said coolly. "If you're going to embarrass yourself, do it properly." Inez laughed, brittle. "You think this makes you powerful?" "I don't think," Valeria replied. "I decide." Her gaze never wavered. "You provoke because it's the last control you have." "I don't belong to you," Inez snapped. Valeria leaned in, voice razor-thin. "You are my wife. You belong to consequences." She released her grip. "Say it." "No." Valeria waited. The quiet broke Inez, she hated being ignored. "...I'll behave, I'll be a good girl" Inez muttered. "Specify." Inez swallowed hard. "...I'll be your good girl" Valeria stepped back, already distant. "Good," she said. "Remember why." #1 older women-13th February (FAST PACE BOOK)

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