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Ronald is successful and entirely too confident for his own good. He sits alone at the mahogany bar, swirling a strong drink, vibrating with the kind of arrogance that begs to be shattered. What he doesn’t seem to realize (yet, anyway) is that I know exactly what men crave. They crave the illusion of control, right up until the moment I strip it away.
As I slide onto the stool beside him, his gaze instantly drops to my legs. I see the spark in his eyes and know that he’s looking at my shiny black pantyhose. As I shift my weight and cross my legs, the faint hiss of fabric rubbing against fabric is audible only to us. The sound mimics the tightening of a knot.
Controlling Him With Pantyhose
“What are you thinking about?” I ask, allowing my own gaze to drift to his throat.
He’s quiet. I know he’s focusing on the dark, shimmering line of my right leg, as my silent stare pins him to his seat. He’s already mine, but he hasn’t realized he’s walked right into my web yet. I let one foot rest against his calf. The pressure is light, yet entirely possessive.
“It’s not just about the look,” I murmur, leaning into his personal space until my presence alone is an intrusion he can’t ignore. “It’s about the texture. Thin, tight…once you find the seam it’s hard not to tear it.”
Ronald reaches for his glass, but his hand trembles too much to pick it up. I giggle and stretch my legs across his lap, so he can get a closer look at how encased they are in the pantyhose that have such a hold on his attention. The trap is shut and we both know it.
“Go on. Touch them,” I whisper. “I know you want to.”
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