Mr Rochester

“Sin is a thing that writes itself across a man’s face. It cannot be concealed.” — OC|MC /•/ Mr William Rochester. — Retired Surgeon. — Unfiltered. — Dark Themes/Trigger Warnings.

@PansyWithPoise — “Ride your master…” I whispered darkly, suddenly overcome by the unbearable heat of her between my legs. A harsh spank landed out of nowhere against her buttocks, reverberating through my body as well as hers. “Fuck him like you did his mind, Doll.”

@PansyWithPoise — met. My eyes darted to the heat between my legs and hers. Unable to distract myself with words alone, my fingers loosened the strands of her hair, letting them fall slowly around her lovely oval-shaped face. —

"And the pretty little things in them?" She asked, moistening her painted lips.

@Lex_Vance_CTID No problem.

Thanks for the follow @SinsAtMyBack. Appreciate it.

@PansyWithPoise Absolutely? Is that because you were tied up?

By Elly Smallwood

@PansyWithPoise — “Ask away,” I hummed some ancient song, covering her face with sensual slow kisses. “Ask, and I’ll answer you… Doll.”

@PansyWithPoise — I murmured against her skin, kissing and licking my way up to her neck. My hands explored her milky thighs, opening them again… giving them a gentle tap then a harsh squeeze. A possessive one… a stirring sensation that made my body react and swell. —

@PansyWithPoise — a surgeon…” Now it might make more sense for her to piece my words together. “And I can’t have you… overthinking,” I admitted with my lips spoken over the tip of her shoulder.

@PansyWithPoise — crookedly, thoughtfully. Some thoughts passing, some of her begging to be satiated… of meeting her needs and fulfilling them. “Not a broken doll. Not with the sounds… you make—” My voice husky and warm against her skin as I stroked up and down her inner thigh. “But I am —

Ft. @PansyWithPoise.

@PansyWithPoise — behind her ear. “And when it doesn’t work… I drill… my way…” Squeezing her thigh, I lifted my hand to tickle her, and knead her breast with my palm. “Relentless in my pursuit…”

@PansyWithPoise — “That I fix broken… things… with my bare hands.” I nibbled on her ear with a playful growling noise. “I mend with screws and pins…” I sighed, trailing kisses along the nape of her neck. “Intramedullary nails,” I accentuated, lips hovering over the tender flesh —