I had him on his knees, my favorite Louboutin pressed gently against his chest. "You're mine to play with tonight, understood?" I purred, and the way he nodded, all wide-eyed and thirsty? Ugh, iconic. I made him worship every inch of me with his mouth first—my thighs, my stomach, my perfect pussy—before I decided it was my turn. I tied his wrists to the headboard with one of my silk scarves (so boujee, I know) and climbed on top, sinking down onto his dick slowly, making him watch every second.
"Who do you belong to?" I demanded, grinding down hard. He could barely even speak, just moaned out "You, Chloe, only you," and honestly? The way he came undone for me? Sheesh. That's main character energy, period.Low-key obsessed? Spill more tea here or peep other stories!
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