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And that makes me hard to swallow. Not because apparently I'm supposed to have sex with Platura, but because the grin on his lips doesn't take anything away from the charisma. There's that gloom emanating from Platura again. that scares me.

"Hello, Kalota." The voice is low and not particularly deep either. Nevertheless, there is a slight threat that gives me goosebumps. But Platura doesn't seem to be in a hurry. He closes the door almost leisurely before slowly approaching me It's almost as if he's floating. Every step looks so easy. Carefree and yet the danger increases. With every damn inch he gets closer to me.

"You already know that, don't you?" It's obvious what Platura is alluding to. To his work as a tester. But I didn't see him that way back then. My priorities were on the job. Not on him. It's different now . Nevertheless I somehow manage to nod. No answer in words, but that seems to be enough for him. He grins slightly and then grabs the rope. Lets it slide through his fingers. Of course in a way that I can see it. That does it he on purpose. That screams the entire presence of him. And just to give me even more certainty, Platura's quick glance is enough. Anticipation shines in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm supposed to be careful with you." And just to belie what he said, he pulls the rope lightly. Instantly, the iron of the hook presses hard against my inner walls and I gasp. Watch out join his pull and push me up a little with his hands. Platura chuckles and pulls a little harder. It doesn't hurt. But it will if more pressure is applied to my anus. And as crazy as it is, I look for help to Xerxes He said I'd be spared today.

Our eyes meet and even from a distance I can see something like understanding in the green of his eyes, but he doesn't say anything. Wraps himself in silence. So I prepare myself for Platura and scrape together the last bit of courage that lies dormant somewhere in me.

"That's not careful." My voice is firm. There's not even a slight tremor, which surprises even me. But Platura doesn't seem impressed. He leans forward slightly and pulls the rope a little tighter. Elicits a sound from me between gasping and whimpering. Immediately I want to push myself a little higher, but a grip on the collar prevents it. Rather, Platura pushes me down a little more and so I have no choice but to lift my pelvis while my upper body rests on it bed is pressed.

"I decide what's careful," he whispers, running his finger down my neck, always along the leather that surrounds it. The gesture could almost pass for affectionate, but it's not. It's meant to intimidate. Not I have something to say, but Platura says so. So I just close my eyes in resignation and nod slightly. "Okay." I don't need a look to know that Platura is smiling contentedly. It can be felt in the aura. How this carries a little less threat.

"That's good." He grabs the rope a little tighter and leads it to my collar. Pushes my hair aside and he looks at me again before turning to his hand. I don't see what Platura is doing, but I can imagine. He probably attaches the rope to an eyelet in the leather. But Platura actually takes some of the pressure off. Suddenly the hook no longer stretches on my sensitive skin. And also that it doesn't hold my hands fixed is a good sign. At least for me. It shows that I can at least keep some control over myself. And so my heart beats a little calmer.

"Don't worry, I'll be considerate of you," Platura whispers close to my ear, running his hands down my upper back. The calluses scratch slightly, and yet there's something calming about the gesture. I don't know how Platura does it, but he lets me know without a word that he really doesn't want to hurt me.

"But I want to have at least a little fun." He slaps my bum hard and I squeal. Not even in pain, but because I wasn't prepared for it. That alone shows my tension. After all, I know I get slaps on my butt more than enough. Men like to see their handprint reflected slightly red on my skin. How my butt wobbles slightly from the impact.

Platura's lips twist into a grin and he leans forward a little more. Let the lips touch my skin as light as a feather. "You really should try hard to give Xerxes what he wants." He grabs my butt cheek roughly, fingers digging painfully into my skin, but this time I hold back the whimper. Again, only manage to nod ". I know I should let go. Xerxes finally showed me what happens when he doesn't get what he wants. The problem is, I can't control my feelings. How can I? It's not rational, which could easily be argued away.

"I'm trying," I choke out as Platura loosens his grip a bit. Instead, he wanders between my buttocks and pushes lightly against the hook. The iron rubs against my inner walls and this time it's not an uncomfortable feeling that's created. It's too cautious for that, the way it should feel.

"Okay, I'll support you," he whispers and straightens up with a jerk. But he stays in my field of vision. He's probably doing it on purpose, so I don't get startled again if he touches me. But Platura stays First just stand, look at me and only after a few seconds he grabs his coat and opens button by button.

"You're still tense." Plauta gives Xerxes an amused look and I'm well aware that my entire body language agrees with him. My muscles are a little cramped. I can't just let myself fall. And so I squint "I go to Xerxes too, but instead of seeing a serious expression on his face, he looks amused too. Xerxes probably realizes that that's not going to happen anytime soon. This gives me security. It shows me that it's okay if I don't." relax completely immediately.

"You'll have to do a bit more work for that." Just that I have the courage to speak to Platura like that makes me falter for a moment. The words came out without me intending to. Only because Xerxes impressed me with his charisma shows that he doesn't expect miracles from me, that he gives me time.

But Platura doesn't rebuke me. Instead, he starts laughing heartily. Tilts his head slightly as he surveys me again. His gaze lingers on my butt a little too long. "Do not worry. I know how I have to do my job." The voice is deeper than usual. Sounds sensitive and yet wicked. A really interesting mix that makes me forget what we're talking about for a moment.

"But you can see that in a moment." And as the coat slides slowly over his shoulder, he doesn't take his eyes off me for a second. It gives me security. It's not that my tension is lessening. But something new is added himself to it. A kind of connection. Again, I have the feeling that Platura also comes from the gutter. That he knows what it's like to be constantly inflicted with pain. And despite the darkness that surrounds him, it doesn't seem to me apply. And so my cramping slowly eases while he also gets rid of his shirt. His trousers. Platura takes his time and only when he exposes his crotch do I take my eyes off him. Recognize the hardness. How this swings slightly and that wet glans, a sight I'm familiar with.

Platura takes a step closer to me. Runs your fingertips down my outer thigh. Deeper and deeper and a soft humming sounds from him. "Then let's see how good I am at my job, shall we?" He slides his hand between my legs and keeps moving closer to my center. And just before he touches my most intimate zone, ours meet again And just seeing the greed in his eyes makes me breathe hard.