Imagine…

tetralea:

Warm hands running down on your arms and gripping your hips firmly. 

Doll!’ That’s it. This word alone, with Sebastian’s warning tone and low voice made your knees weak and caused a flood of wetness between your tights. You knew what was coming, more over you already could feel the silky cuffs around your wrists and his hot breath on your neck. He needed you being a good girl for him. He needed you at your worst. 

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