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Dasia
My heart pounded as I sat on the bed’s edge, waiting for Adrian. While I hadn’t felt an ounce of fear or been bashed in the head with memories over his tying my wrists to the headboard, I wondered if I might feel differently being completely bound.
At his mercy.
That part got my insides thrumming, keeping my panties in a constant state of wetness.
I wanted to be spread out, tied up, unable to move while he took what he wanted. I’d never given myself willingly, I’d only been taken, but with Adrian, I wanted it.
My heart longed for it. Submitting fully, I had a feeling, would give me a sense of empowerment. Fulfilling his desire for us...
A shiver raised goosebumps along my arms, and I kicked off my shoes, so damn ready I couldn’t stand it. He liked b*****e, and I was pretty
