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[isn't going too far, you know]

[oh, he knows, but he loves to watch her walk away. He bites his lower lip, eyes fixated firmly on her ass]

[can feel those eyes on her, and she smirks as she moves over. She's dressed in a loose, backless dress that's draped over her form, the material thin] I think these keys need to be put somewhere safe.

[thinks that dress looks even better on her than he anticipated, and he's so glad that he went with his gut instinct and bought it for her]

Hmmm, yeah. Somewhere I can't find them.

[might be wearing it specifically for his benefit. She carefully deposits the keys away . . . in her bra, hidden. She then walks back to him, smirking coquettishly] You want loose, you'll have to find them.

[smirks as he watches her tuck the key away] Maybe I don't want to get loose. Maybe I want you to have your wicked way with me.

Well, now . . . That could be arranged. [smirks again] If you're good.

[smirks and licks his lips, flexing against his bonds] I'll be very good.

You'd better be. [slides a hand down his neck, just trailing her fingertips over his skin for now, on down his side]

[he shivers, gasping a little, loving it when she teases] You look so pretty, Sadie. Sexy, even.

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