Suspenders and Submission
by @mongol3105Clara 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.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
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 dress cut high on her thighs, black boots climbing to her knees, her pale hair loose against her shoulders. She doesn’t speak. She crosses to him, takes a suspender strap in each hand, and leans in until her lips brush his ear. 'You’ve been working hard. Let me take over.' Her fingers find the buttons of his trousers, then slide lower, her palm pressing firmly against his groin through the denim. Her mouth trails down his neck, teeth grazing skin as she whispers exactly what she plans to do once he follows her upstairs.
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 down his thighs and wraps her fingers around the base of his circumcised cock. She lowers her mouth onto him, tongue flat and warm along the shaft, and holds there—her lips sealed, her eyes watching his face, waiting for the sound she knows is coming. His shirt removed and body glistening after she massages baby oil into him while talking the dirtiest talk he’s ever heard spoke to him about how much she wants him to explode
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. She leans down and runs her tongue along the underside of his shaft, from base to tip, then stops at the crown, her breath warm and still. His hips strain upward, but she holds him down with a palm on his stomach, waiting until his shuddering settles into a low, desperate hum.
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 she stops lays on her back latex dress removed but heels still on, she tells him how she wants it hard deep fast rough, but she doesn’t let him cum still handcuffed but blindfold off, she tell him not to cum, to Pull out and plaster her face body and pussy in cum but she’s still in control explain how much she enjoys the shower of cum he gives her in detail where it goes and she scoops it all up and pushes it deep inside her pussy as she lays him back down and throats his cock once more before getting back on top and bouncing on him until he can’t breathe she’s finally finished with him focus on the raw details go deep with words that make her legs shake and clit tingle as she reads the novel finish it off with more words of affirmation