Jace watched, his own arousal evident in the way his breath came in shallow bursts. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the subtle tremor of her hips as she leaned forward, her lips parting just enough to whisper, “Do you trust me?”
Miss Donnerbusen pressed the chain against her own chest, feeling the thud of her heart echo through the metal. She took a step back, positioning herself on the edge of the couch, the leather groaning under her weight. Then, without a word, she reached for the rope coil on the floor, her fingers moving with practiced ease. In a fluid motion, she looped the rope around Jace’s wrists, pulling tight enough to hold him in place but leaving a sliver of freedom for his breathing. Miss Donnerbusen 3 -hardcore-
Miss Donnerbusen stepped back, letting the chain swing gently, the padlock clinking softly as it caught the light. She lifted her own hand, revealing the tiny, gleaming stud she’d hidden beneath the strap of her corset—an elegant, ruby‑red jewel that pulsed with a soft, inner glow. She pressed it against Jace’s wrist, the warmth of the stone seeping into his skin, a silent promise of pleasure to come. Jace watched, his own arousal evident in the