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Emily

I ’ve been preened within an inch of my life.

Every hair removable has been waxed, then my body moisturized after creating the perfect canvas for my date to mark as he sees fit.

Wetness gathers between my thighs, but the position I’m in makes it difficult for me to move.

My blindfold in place, my hands have been tied behind my back, and I’m gagged.

I have my hair down in long luscious waves, and my nipples are pebbled, begging for attention, and only a tiny red G-string barely concealing my pussy.

Soft sensual music filters through the speakers, but when the door opens, my head darts up toward the sound.

Being blindfolded is new to me, and I’m happy to try anything, but I wonder who has entered the room. I can only hope he’s tall, dark, and handsome, and when my boss’s face flashes before my eyes, I whimper, annoyed with myself that my mind went there.

“What a perfect little submissive.” His voice comes out gravelly and choked, causing a rush of arousal to flood me.

Jesus, his voice sounds hot, full of desire and need.

His footsteps circle me, and when his fingers comb through my hair, I can’t help but moan. A thousand goose bumps spread over my body, and when he yanks my head back, I relish the bite against my scalp.

“You like rough.” It’s not a question, a statement, one I’m only too pleased to acknowledge with a tight nod.

“Then rough is what you’re going to get.”

If I could lick my lips, I would. I’d lick them, then lick him. All fucking over.

“Stand!” he barks. His tone has a familiar edge to it, but I ignore it and concentrate on what he’s asking of me.

He grips my arm to help me to my feet, and the warmth of his rough hand feels like a match to the flames burning inside me, and all I can do to react is whimper. When a growl escapes him at the sound, I’m done for. This man is going to ruin me for all others.

A shame that he doesn’t exist outside of Oblivion too.