She lost all control when he was a round. She couldn't bloody help it. It was hard not to.
The sexual tension was always bubbling under the surface. Glances that seemed to linger. With an undertone of horn. Their eyes connected for a fraction too long. Was it just her that felt it?
...Maybe.
She'd recently cut her hair into a long bob. It was perfect for hiding her flustered face and wild eyes when she got a tad hot and bothered.
She felt she had to hide her blushes now. Now things were different, now things were over.
Try and switch off the way he could make her body feel.
Sever the strings and the feelings that made her pounce.
Pretend the master had no effect on this puppet. When all her body wanted was to touch, feel, fondle, grope and suck!
It was hard.
One glance and the puppet was game. One word and the puppet was hot! One smirk and the puppet was wet!
Now... no words and the puppet is lost.
The office was hot and muggy. Ness had braved a vest and felt pretty toned in the arm department.
Since starting training with weights she could definitely see a definition in her abs, arms and shoulders.
She wondered if he'd notice.
Wether it was enough to get his balls to tighten like old times, as he watched her work the machinery.
She noticed his broad shoulders all the time. His toned back. Thick sturdy, tanned neck.
