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Buonanotte

Infact she enjoys it.. that they know she is here and meeting someone other than her husband... 

When you step through that door tonight, baby, there won’t be any time for excuses or hesitation. You’ll set your bag down, slip off those heels, and kneel for me—right there in the hallway. No words, no waiting. Just you, perfectly obedient, knowing exactly where you belong.

I’ll come in right after you, tired from work but already aching to take you. The moment I see you on your knees, looking up at me with those eyes, I’ll feel every bit of that tension from the day melt away, replaced by something darker, something deeper.

‘Good girl,’ I’ll murmur, my voice low and commanding as I step closer. My hand will tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet my gaze, my thumb brushing over your lips as I smirk. ‘You’ve been waiting for this all day, haven’t you?’

But I won’t let you touch me yet. Not until I’ve had my fun. I’ll take my time, circling you, my fingers grazing the back of your neck, my breath hot against your ear as I whisper every filthy thing I’ve been thinking about since this morning.

Then I’ll pull you to your feet, gripping your wrists behind your back, leading you into the bedroom. ‘Strip,’ I’ll command, my voice firm but calm, and I’ll watch as you obey, piece by piece, leaving nothing but bare skin and submission.

Once you’re standing there, vulnerable and perfect, I’ll tie your wrists together—not too tight, just enough to remind you that you’re mine. I’ll guide you to the bed, pushing you down gently but firmly, positioning you exactly how I want.

‘You’ve been so good today,’ I’ll murmur as I trail my fingers down your spine, the anticipation building with every touch. ‘But now, it’s my turn to take what’s mine.’

The rest, baby, you’ll feel. My hands, my lips, my control over every inch of you. I’ll push you to the edge, over and over, making you beg, making you tremble, until there’s nothing left but my name on your lips and the satisfaction of knowing you’re completely mine.

And when I finally untie you, when your body is spent and your mind is hazy, I’ll pull you into my arms, kiss your forehead, and whisper, ‘You’re everything I need. Always.’

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