art-of-domination: Her face was crimson when she heard him whisper into her ear. He loved making her
art-of-domination: Her face was crimson when she heard him whisper into her ear. He loved making her squirm, enjoyed seeing the reactions she gave him. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t help but react when he spoke to her in that low, stern voice. She found herself in the bathroom of the restaurant, gently separating herself from her panties. She could feel herself perspiring at the the thought of what he had instructed her to do. At the same time, she could feel the moistness between her legs, the arousal of what she would push herself to do. Holding the panties in her hand, she returned to the table, sitting across from him. He didn’t say anything. Just stared at her, waiting. She felt his eyes melting her, easing her, almost speaking to her, encouraging her. Slowly she took her hand holding the panties and reached out across the table, the sheer thong in full view to anyone who looked at their table. “As you requested, Sir”, she said with a voice barely above a whisper. Taking them, he smiled at her, placing them on the table for a brief moment before putting them in his jacket. “Such a good girl.”, he said to her as a smile crossed her lips. -- source link
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