Bound by Desire: A Master's Taste

In the dimly lit boudoir, Stephenson commands, his voice a velvet lash. Naked and bound, his prize quivers, her body a canvas of anticipation. He savors her, his tongue tracing the curve of her neck, his fingers exploring the softness of her skin. She gasps, her breath hitching as he teases her, his touch a promise of the pleasure to come. He takes his time, relishing her submission, her body writhing in response to his every command.

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