A single bead of sweat rolls down my spine. My back is arched, curved, thighs spread.
My arms are over my head, bound at the wrists.
He circles me like the predator he is. Eyes raking over me with such avarice it's a physical touch. He's inside me. Not physically, not yet. That happens soon. But now, his head is in mine, his presence holds me open to his gaze and I have nowhere to hide.
I am his to look on, to touch, to examine and shivers of desire work through me. Anticipation, leaden in my stomach.
My arms are over my head, bound at the wrists.
He circles me like the predator he is. Eyes raking over me with such avarice it's a physical touch. He's inside me. Not physically, not yet. That happens soon. But now, his head is in mine, his presence holds me open to his gaze and I have nowhere to hide.
I am his to look on, to touch, to examine and shivers of desire work through me. Anticipation, leaden in my stomach.
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