The Secret Behind Scalpel 18+
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[ S L O W U P D A T E S ]
He doesn't smile. He studies. Watches. Waits.
His voice is low, deliberate. His touch? Icy control wrapped in heat you don't understand-yet. When his hands graze your skin, it feels like a sin whispered into your body. Measured. Intentional. Dangerous.
He leaves you with an ache between your thighs that no pill can numb. A hunger that tightens with every command he gives. You tell yourself it's just clinical-routine. But his gaze says otherwise. His silence dares you to fall apart under him.
Every time he steps closer, your control slips further.
Every time he speaks, your resolve trembles.
He doesn't just examine you-he undoes you.
You're his patient, yes... but he owns the room.
And maybe, just maybe-he's starting to own you too.
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Who Knows?
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I'm not afraid to get on my knees and bow before you... I'd worship you Tara... let me worship you baby." "We can't." I whisper. The moisture is forming between my legs. His grip on my chin and hip is firm. I started this. I kissed him after he warned me. His words still rings in my ear, "Tara if I kiss you I won't be able to stop." Why didn't I listen? I'd be lying if I said I didn't want this. The heat radiating off our bodies was enough to burn us both alive. "We shouldn't." I whisper with my eyes closed. Our lips are so close. I want to kiss him. Fuck that. I want him to fuck me. I want him to dominate me. I want him to do the nastiest things to me. But...... he's my stepdadComplete
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Top Rankings: #1 in Rope #1 in Kinky ________________________________________________________________________ Silence holds the room in a deep embrace while I process his words. "What do you mean you agree with the boy?" "Something is off with you. You are disconnected, full of venomous attitude and out of touch with self." With a deep breath, I try to regain control in a situation which suddenly fells as if it is going against me. "It's just a hard moment in life right now, Sir." A sarcastic note hits the last word, as it flicks off my tongue. For I wait a breath, trying to internally compose myself. "It is not my intent to show disrespect to either of you, in any of my roles within this household." "And yet..." The words hung in the air. An overwhelming emotional waves , my shoulders sagged, and I nodded. "Our boy came to me with concerns for your health and well-being. You've unnecessarily worried him, caused concerns for me while I was on travel and worse yet- placed yourself in stressful situations, hard mental states and a place of personal exhaustion." His words cause me to notice a mental weight I did not realize I carried. "You are to take the rest of the day and tomorrow to clear up your desk. Alert your office you need to take two days off. This is a three day weekend, it will give us enough time to adjust this attitude and hit the reset button." "That is not necessary, Sir. While I know I'm out of sorts, I don't think we need to initiate a reset protocol and rite. Besides, the rest button takes more than just a command to make it happen." "Then we should follow the household rules and take a vote. Two-thirds majority will either start the reset protocol or we will sit down to find a different direction. As per our whole agreement when we all entered this unique relationship - we are all equal for this vote. Do you agree to to the vote, Tess?"Complete
Yes Sir, Mr Anderson
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𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥? 𝘝𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵? ****** "𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛. 𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒. 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙, 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒. 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑡, 𝐼 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡." 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒
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