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Devin has kept his mother-in-law waiting for thirty minutes, her hands bound to a beam overhead, her body slick with glitter and barely contained by a dress cut to expose her breasts. Blindfolded and gagged in six-inch stilettos, she stands taut and trembling, every second of the delay a deliberate twist of the knife.
The click of the door. Her body tenses—she knows he's there. Devin takes his time, letting his boots sound slow against the floor. He stops inches behind her, close enough that she can feel the heat o
He drops to his knees behind her, his breath hot on the backs of her thighs. She feels his mouth press against the curve of her calf, open-mouthed and wet, trailing upward with agonizing slowness. The
His hands release her thighs, and she hears him stand—denim creaking, boots shifting against the floor. The blindfold stays, but she feels him move around her, his presence a pressure in the air. Her