“Those who restrain desire do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained.” ~ William Blake
The rope cuts into your wrists as you tug on it. Testing its strength and my ability to tie a knot. I grin down at you. Your eyes flit from my face to somewhere lower. A little moan escapes your lips.
My hand wraps round your dick. I stroke you, slowly, slower. I lean forward, my nipple brushes your cheek. You turn you head, seeking it with your mouth but I am in control. This is my game.
I straddle your hips, guiding your cock into me. Slow, restrained. You buck your hips, wanting more.
“My game” I remind you
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