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As he lit numerous large candles to line the hall along the way to his library and office, Davis wondered what Danielle thought of their entanglement. He dreamt day and night about her coming over to his apartment, letting him lose himself in the smoothness of her flesh, the moistness of her silken, secret lips.
Now he undressed quickly, already erect, just from thinking about her. Danielle was sexy, witty, empowered- even the way she walked demanded respect from all those who stood in her way. He loved how she was so in charge of herself. Tonight, Davis would ask her to take charge of him. Would she enjoy dominating her Professor, reversing the power roles between them?
The buzzer to his apartment alerted him to Danielle's presence, and he pressed the button to let her in, his mind flooded with thousands of thoughts at once. Quickly, he unlocked the front door and left it open a crack, then disappeared into his office to wait for her.
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As always, Danielle felt transported into a new universe when she stepped over the threshold into her Professor's apartment, locking the door to seal herself inside. The overwhelmingly heady scent of leather books hit her first, reminding her of their last few trysts amid his stacks of literature. Then she saw the tall white candles dotting the hallway, marking a trail for her. What was he up to this time? she asked herself, setting down her bag near the front door and wiping off her high-heeled Mary Janes before stepping into his apartment.
Unsure of what to expect, Danielle advanced gingerly into his apartment, depositing her long coat in the entrance. She followed the flickering flames toward Davis's personal office and library. When she stepped inside, her eyes widened and she gasped.
Davis was in the middle of his library, standing naked and blindfolded, with his hands tied above his head, hooked somehow onto a contraption hanging from the ceiling. He bristled when he sensed her presence, but said nothing as she stepped closer to him, examining the leather restraints around his wrists.
"Davis," she murmured against the skin of his neck, breathing him in. "Are you offering yourself to me?" Her eyes roamed over the planes of his body, the fuzz of dark hair on his chest, the definition of his muscles.
"If you'll have me, Mistress Danielle," he replied, his cock stiffening even more when he said her name. Danielle mulled over the prospect of what he was offering, circling him. Davis looked sinfully delicious from every angle. So he wanted her to dominate him? She wondered what he would say if he wasn't blindfolded, and could see what she was wearing. Danielle had decided on the schoolgirl look, white thigh-high socks, a short plaid skirt with her white cotton panties peeking out from underneath, and a white button-down shirt without a bra underneath. She still wore her black heels with the strap across the tops of her feet, adding a bit of innocence to her look.
But now, her plans to surprise Davis with her naughty ensemble would have to be put on hold. That he hung in such a vulnerable position, erect for her, gave Danielle an immense rush of power. The warmth diffused throughout her solar plexus and between her thighs, soaking right through her panties. What would she do first? She already had him right where she wanted him.
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