"Delaney Ramsey,
you've fucked up my life entirely."
he felt warm and familiar,
solid and safe.
I wanted
to cling to his shirt,
bury my face
into the curve of his neck,
and never
let
go.
"I'm still not sure
if that's a bad thing yet."
"Delaney Ramsey,
you've fucked up my life entirely."
he felt warm and familiar,
solid and safe.
I wanted
to cling to his shirt,
bury my face
into the curve of his neck,
and never
let
go.
"I'm still not sure
if that's a bad thing yet."
"Are you daring me", he asked breathing down my neck.
"Yes", I responded calmly.
"I want to rip those clothes off, but first I have to Punish you Chloe", and with that he tied me to the bed and claim...