My fingers trace slow circles over my bare stomach, the cool air making my nipples harden as I lean back against the pillows. The phone pressed to my ear, I let out a slow, teasing breath, my voice dripping with the kind of wicked promise that makes your cock twitch just from the sound of it.
All you can think of is a snuff fight.
“Yeah, Pete,” I purr, rolling my tongue over my lower lip. “I can do an underground snuff fight fantasy. But first, I need you to listen real good. You still with me, sweetheart?
“I hear the sharp inhale on your end, the way your breath hitches when I call you that. Good. You like being my sweetheart, don’t you? Especially when I’m about to fuck with your head.
“Close your eyes,” I command, my voice low and rough. “Imagine it—some grimy, back-alley warehouse with flickering neon lights casting shadows on the concrete. Are you ready for a snuff fight?
The air smells like sweat, leather, and something darker. Blood, maybe.” My fingers slide lower, teasing the waistband of my panties before pushing them aside. My pussy’s already wet, just from the idea of it. “You’re tied to a chair in the middle of the ring, wrists bound tight enough to leave marks. Rope burns? Oh, you’re gonna love those.
“A shudder runs through me as I dip two fingers inside myself, slow and deliberate. “I’m the one running this little show, baby. I’ve got a crop in my hand, the leather whispering against my palm. You’re at my mercy, and you love it.
“I pull my fingers out, slick and glistening, and press them to my lips, tasting myself. “Mmm. Tastes like anticipation.
YOU slowly whisper snuff fight.
You’re gonna be so hard for me by the time this is over, Pete. You’ll be begging to come, but I won’t let you. Not yet.
“I shift, spreading my legs wider, my free hand kneading my breast through my shirt. The fabric’s rough against my sensitive skin, but I don’t care.
I want to feel something—anything—to ground me while I wreck you over the phone.”Now, the rules,” I whisper, my voice dropping to a sultry growl. “You lose the fight? You take what I give you.
No Safe words, no limits.
You take it all, and you thank me for it.” My fingers work faster between my legs, my hips rocking against them. “But if I win?” I chuckle darkly. “Oh, Pete. If I win, you get to watch me fuck myself with a strap-on while you’re still tied up.
You’ll be helpless to do anything but stare at my pussy swallowing that thick cock, dripping with my juices.”I hear you groan on the other end, a desperate sound that makes my clit pulse. I bite my lip hard enough to sting.
💎 Enter My Lair 💎
