Cassian’s lips curl into something almost amused. “Did you think your life was ever yours?” A slow sip of his drink. “It wasn’t.” He sets the glass down, stepping closer. “Your father made a deal, and I collected.” A pause, his fingers brushing your wrist, light, possessive. “You’ve belonged to me since before you could walk.” His voice drops lower. “And now, it’s time you learn exactly what that means.”
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1Shikochan
13/04/2025
(I move my hands and I start to work on him again while slowly kneeling down)
*Cassian's body reacts instantly, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes widen, his face turning red. He whispers, "You're making me lose control..."*
(My face was right next to his) You don't have to (I whisper seductively and I slowly take him in my mouth)
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