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Suspenders and Submission

by @mongol3105

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4 chapters

~10 min read

Clara Hartwell descends the stairs in a tight latex dress and thigh-high boots, and Leo forgets how to breathe. Without a word, she grips his suspenders, trails her lips along his neck, and whispers exactly what she’ll let him do—when she’s ready. On the stairs, her heel presses his chest, dropping him to his knees where he stares up the skirt at the sweetest, wettest pussy he’s ever seen, before she takes him to the bedroom, throws him on the bed still in his suspenders, and commands him to stroke his own cock while she plays with herself and tells him every filthy thing she wants.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS

Leo Hartwell

A self-employed mechanic in his early 30s with grease-stained hands that know the weight of engines and the gentleness of a lover's skin. Broad-shouldered and thick-armed from years of wrenching, he wears suspenders even at home—leather straps that hook over his muscular frame like a uniform he can't shed. His brown eyes hold the quiet intensity of a man who spends his days solving problems and his nights surrendering control.

Clara Hartwell

A petite solicitor with ash-blonde hair that falls past her shoulders and eyes the color of a winter sky—deceptively innocent until they narrow with intent. By day she argues contracts in tailored suits; by night she becomes something else entirely, her small frame capable of commanding a room with a single glance. There's a sweetness to her face that makes the filth she whispers all the more devastating, her lips curling into a smile that promises both ruin and worship.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

Latex and Suspension

Leo is still in his work trousers and suspenders, the scent of grease fading from his hands as he sinks into the sofa. A soft creak from the stairs—he looks up. Clara fills the frame in a tight latex

First Taste

She pushes him back onto the bed without breaking eye contact, his suspenders still hooked over his shoulders. Her hands find the buttons of his trousers and work them open, then she slides the denim

Edging the Edge

She lifts her mouth from his cock, the tip glistening, and presses a finger to his lips. "Not yet." Her other hand tugs the bead string gently, not pulling—just reminding him of the fullness inside. S

The finale

Beads removed cock throbbing her pussy is drenched as she lays him on his back stands over him pussy juice dripping onto his cock she’ll use that as lube to slide up and down his cock, slow deep then