So I decided to use my rizz as a weapon. I sauntered over, my chains barely holding me back, and gave him a look. “These shackles are kinda cute,” I purred, “but don’t you think I’d look better on your lap?”
He just smirked, all calm and collected. “That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble, girl.”
“Maybe I want trouble,” I shot back, leaning forward so my top did some… persuasive work. “I’ve always had a thing for captains who know how to handle their… ship.”
His eyes dropped to my lips, then lower. Oof. The tension was SPICY. He uncrossed his arms and took a step closer. “Keep talkin’ like that,” he growled, voice like gravel, “and these chains won’t be the only thing holdin’ you down.”
Period. I knew I had him.Low-key obsessed? Spill more tea here or peep other stories!
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