[A low hum of approval as his hands start at her hips and slowly slide up the length of her body, relishing every curve. Up her chest, thumbs flicking over those raised peaks beneath the lace before one hand goes up her neck, thumb at her lips while the other slides up her arms to pin them closer together.]
Good girl.
[And then the snap, the click of the handcuffs as leathery vines spiral down the length of her forearms to bind her further.]
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Good girl.
[And then the snap, the click of the handcuffs as leathery vines spiral down the length of her forearms to bind her further.]