Submissive Brunette Dominated by Venice Rose The brunette lay on the bed, her hair a tangled mess around her face as she gazed up at the ceiling. She could feel his presence in the room, even though he was nowhere to be seen. The scent of rose filled the air, and she knew that it was his doing. He had always been obsessed with roses, and she couldn’t help but think that this was another one of his games. As if on cue, the door opened, and he stepped into the room. She could feel her heart racing in her chest as he approached the bed. He towered over her, his muscular frame filling out his leather vest. His eyes were dark and intense as he looked down at her. You are mine, he said, his voice low and authoritative. And I will do with you as I please. She couldn’t deny him anything. He had always been the dominant one in their relationship, and she had always submitted to him willingly. As he lowered himself onto the bed beside her, she could feel his hardness pressing agat her thigh. What do you want me to do? she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. He smiled wickedly as he cupped her face in his hands. I want you to be my submissive brunette, dominated by Venice rose, he said. And with that, he took her.
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