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Lately, she had been so busy. She was neglecting herself, her needs, just to strive toward the end of all the work she had to do. She have become so consumed in her business that she had completely forgotten that she had arranged for him to join her that night for dinner.

He understood the situation immediately when she opened the door, looking half-surprised and half-ashamed. She assumed she was being punished when he closed the door behind himself and ordered her to strip. She braced herself for the worst when he bent her over her bed. And, yet, nothing.

First, it was just his fingers trailing over her body. Then both hands. Just exploring, navigating the tension and easing it out in firm dips and slides. She could feel herself giving over to him, to his touch, and she soon relaxed, even as he threaded his fingers in her hair.

As her head was yanked back, she felt that final pang of release as she gave herself and her troubles over to him. And, at last, she was at ease.

Interrogation scenes kind of make me swoon. Also, that warm expression on his face and the way he’s gently, yet firmly, touching her back are just killing me in the best way possible.

littlegirlyone:

I told you everything. I swear.

theladycheeky:

#LadyCheeky

extremelylimptulip:

LA REINE & LE VALET (by jean-fabien)

See, here’s the thing a lot of people don’t get about BDSM. Despite the fact that there is a lot of pain involved, although there are tears and bruises that come about, and in spite of the fact that general mainstream portrayal of the lifestyle usually leans toward showing it as either a casual/paid encounter involving a lot of leather or something couples try when they’re fresh out of ideas, there is a lot of comfort, love, and happiness that people derive from exploring this sort of dynamic.

ariaonthefloor:

Awwwwwwwwww! Look at her face. 🙂 She’s so happy to have her own little place in the world to feel safe in.

He owns both of them, but the girl on the couch had a previous hard limit about being with girls. She insists she’s straight, but after today, she’s going to be having some second thoughts. Of course, she’ll deny them until she’s blushing and humiliated as she shivers with orgasm beneath the bottom bitch’s skilled tongue again and again.

littlegirlyone:

He dictates everything, from the way she styles her hair to the panties she wears, and her clothing, and whether or not she gets to wear a coat. I imagine him watching her, instructing her quietly. She does what he says. It wouldn’t occur to her not to.

I always think I can get away with this one.

kindlybeatingher:

You seem to be under this misconception that disobeying me when we are in public will be forgotten by the time we get home slut. You are about to find out just how wrong you are.

If only the pre-games at my university were like this. Seriously.

quickienewyork:

©2011 by The Dirty Gentleman (#101)

See, I could use this kind of discipline right now.

I could also use the kind of discipline that would make me work on my gosh-darn term papers.

“You know why sluts fight?"

My ex-girlfriend used to ask this all the time, usually with a fistful of my hair in her hand or my arm twisted back uncomfortably behind me. She would tug back harder, smile this disgustingly sweet grin, and answer.

"Sluts fight to lose."

notsafeforanyone:

Stop fighting. You know I’m going to win.

That cold, devious hand.

I need a cruel woman to tie me down like this and tease her hands over me. I’d beg her to bring her hands a little lower and she would just put the ballgag on. We’d spend a good portion of the night like that. And the time we didn’t, I’d be watching her please herself.

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