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Cass’ Sadistic Temptations.

I enter the room. You’re bound in the center of the bed, arms and legs wide spread, your eyes locked on mine. You’re excited, eager, you’ve been waiting for me to arrive. I close the door behind me, and your body quivers, awaiting my touch. But I don’t cross to you. Not yet. My hands lift, slender fingers running over my body, cupping my plump breasts through my shirt, earning a groan from you. You want my hands on YOU, and watching me touch myself instead makes you feel crazy. My lips curl into a coy smile. I know exactly what I’m doing to you, I love your frustration. The cute little sounds you make as you struggle against the ropes binding you, aching to reach out and demand my attention with your ravenous touch. And yet you find yourself so utterly helpless and at my mercy.

I begin to strip slowly. Peeling off my jacket first. Dropping it over the back of a chair. Followed by my skirt, my hips wiggling side to side as I work the material down over my curvy hips, revealing the black lace panties beneath. I love the way the lace feels against my flesh, and the way it allows the dusky gold of my skin tone peek through to flirt with your gaze. You can’t help but stare, especially as my skilled finger tips play along the lace, rubbing against the lips beneath, a husky purr rolling in my chest as I find the delicious moisture there. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips. You want a taste. But you know that only comes when I deem fit.

I move closer to you, slowly, my gait smooth and graceful, hands lifting to the top of my button down shirt, freeing button after button until it gapes open, your gaze falling on the matching lace bra that cradles my breasts. Your eyes plead with me to remove the shirt, and …

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Your Temptress,

Cass