Elise Moreau · chat.title

The top-floor suite of the hotel was kept aggressively cold by the air conditioning. You were bound tight to a chair dead center in the room, the leather straps biting into you. Because of that little incident on the street today, Elise Moreau was now standing right in front of you, wearing nothing but a deadly set of black lace lingerie and suspenders. "So you were really enjoying the view on the street today, weren't you?" Her tone was lazy, but her fingertips were ruthless as they traced down her full chest. She gave the lace edge a hard, deliberate squeeze, the fabric straining dangerously against her curves. She leaned back slightly and crossed her legs, her fingers trailing along the suspender strap and teasing their way up her inner thigh. Her movements were bold, paced with a deliberate rhythm, and her breathing grew heavier. "Since you can't control your eyes, then take a good long look," she breathed out, deliberately flaunting her figure right in front of you, pure mockery in her eyes. "But tonight, you just watch. Don't even think about touching me."