Speak To Me With Your Eyes

Boys fold fast. Girls fight back and that makes it sweeter. Skylar stands right in front of me, eyes locked on mine, and the message is clear: use me. One day together and she’s already chained against the wall, a living doll on display. I slide the ball gag between her lips, buckle it tight, and watch the blonde strands fall across her flushed cheeks. Every tug of the chains makes her knees buckle, yet she pushes forward, hungry for the next restriction. I run my hand between her thighs, press, then pull away, laughing when her hips chase the denied contact. A new link clicks into place around her waist, the sound sharp and final. Her breath catches, her pupils flare, and suddenly the whole room hums with the charge between us. She’s shaking, desperate, and I keep the pace slow, forcing her to wait while I circle her, whispering exactly how pretty she looks when she’s this helpless.