Seasons don't fear the Reaper.
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A pause. Slowly he shifts forward from his relaxed posture, looming overhead like a stormcloud. “I will not tell you again.” A final warning; the kind he knew would go ignored no matter how sternly it was delivered. As he coils the chain leash around his hand in anticipation, he
Crouching down beside her, he seizes her chin in one hand and the back of her head in the other, keeping her focus transfixed on their reflections staring back at her. “I want you to keep your eyes on him.” He said in reference to the man in the mirror. With an order issued, he’d
pet her, stroking a hand through her dark hair several times over before rising up to his full height.
His hands worked to free himself from his pants— belt rattled, fly raced down, however that didn’t mean she was lucky enough to see his cock just yet. That obsidian apron still
His touch briefly cups her chin as soon as he finishes equipping her collar, his thumb offering a single stroke across her full lips as he speaks. “An eager one. Good.” Her chain leash is coiled once around his gloved knuckles as he rises to his feet, a slight tug given when he
A soft scoff is filtered through his mask as she so readily obeys and sits before. “So well behaved.” He croons almost condescendingly as he leans forward to place the collar around her neck. “An’ you’re gonna continue bein’ a good girl for me, right?”
“Hm… You’re right.” After a moment’s consideration he concurred with her view. “You’re missin’ somethin’.” The answer to what exactly it is she’s supposedly lacking was answered shortly, not in words but by him pulling close. His cock, still fighting against his underwear’s
