The Last Dessert - Episode 7
23-09-25 (02:55)
**Episode 7**
She moaned softly behind the gag,
body shivering under the weight of
the words. And she hadn’t even
been touched *properly* yet.
Sophie stood in the centre of her
living room, blindfolded, gagged,
and nearly naked. The soft music
from earlier still lingered in the
background—low and sensual—but
the louder rhythm now was her
breath. Slow, shaky, expectant.
Chef circled her slowly, steps quiet
on the hardwood. One finger trailed
along her shoulder as he passed,
then the edge of his knuckle along
the curve of her waist. When he
moved behind her, he pressed his
palm to the small of her back, then
bent to kiss the same spot again—
just below her spine where' he’d
left the last kiss.
She stood still. Trembling.
Completely open to him.
His hand brushed her ribcage next,
then higher, across the sheer black
lace of her bra. The fabric offered
no resistance. With quick, practiced
hands, he unclasped it and slid it
from her arms, letting it fall to the
floor without a word.
Her breasts were small and
delicate, but perfect in their shape—
nipples already hard, begging for
attention. Chef wasted no time. He
leaned in and took one nipple
between his lips, warm and wet,
sucking gently, then flicking his
tongue across it until Sophie gasped
around the gag. His hand cupped
the other breast, thumb circling,
squeezing, teasing until her knees
nearly buckled. Then he switched—
mouth to the other nipple, sucking
harder this time, letting his teeth
graze just enough to make her arch
toward him.
She whimpered, hands twitching at
her sides, toes curling on the
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