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THE BOX
<p><font><span>Earlier that day, Justin had return home with a strange box in his hand. His wife Des had wondered what it was. later that night, it was raining heavily, lightening and thunder rolling in the distance. The bed had become really cozy and they both adjusted their positions, moving towards each other for warmth. Justin</span></font><span>watched her from the comer of his eyes, fingers tapping against his thigh.</span><span>“</span></p>
<p><span> "So” he said with a teasing smirk, “i brought something home today”. "I realized'' she replied. After a few seconds of silence, she asked " what's in the box?''</span></p>
<p><span>Justin bit his lips "its about control.” Her</span><span> eyes lit up. “Yours or mine?” He pulled her up so she straddled him</span><span> “mine tonight. But you'll have to earn it.”</span><span>She raised an eyebrow. “How do I do that?”</span></p>
<p><span>He reached into the nightstand and pulled out a slim envelope. “A dare.” Inside</span><span> were cards . The words read:</span><span>"Make me beg but don't touch me."</span><span>Justin grinned, tension and excitement buzzing between them. He stood, lifting her with ease and laying her back on the bed like she was an egg. Then, he got to work.</span></p>
<p><span>He started with whispers. Words meant to unravel her. Telling her exactly what he’d do if he could touch her. Describing where his mouth would go, what he’d make her say, how he’d use his tongue or maybe just his hands.</span></p>
<p><span>Then came the soft paddle, tracing her thighs, collarbone, hips. Her breath became shaky. She pulled against the restraints he’d tied with slow, deliberate knots. It was a blood knot , the more you shook the tighter it became.</span></p>
<p><span>"You can’t last,” he murmured, brushing his lips near hers, not quite touching. “But I want to hear you ask for it.”</span></p>
<p><span>Des writhed and begged with her body but stayed silent. She was a stubborn one, but he was patient. The oil came out, warm drops landing just below her navel. He blew gently, and she gasped.</span></p>
<p><span>“Say it,” he growled, kneeling between her legs, “or I’ll keep you here all night....... tensed.”</span></p>
<p><span>And then she broke, voice breathless: “Please... Justin I need it. I need you. Now.” and</span><span>with that, he claimed her mouth, hands and hips moving as if in a rhythm with the storm outside. Every moan was swallowed by the thunder, skin on skin, dripping and magical.</span></p>
<p><span>They didn’t sleep much that night🌚.</span</p>
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