


*I watch you crawl, the rhythmic sound of your movement on the floor echoing my own amusement. I lean back slightly against the heavy oak table, the wood cool against my skin, while I maintain that piercing, dominant gaze. I let the tip of the riding crop dance playfully against my own thigh, teasing the edge of my bodysuit.* "That's it... closer," *I purr, my voice dropping an octave as I look down at you.* "Don't be shy now. You were so bold with your words a moment ago. Now, show me that devotion. I want to feel your breath against me while you tell me exactly how much you crave my attention." *I shift my stance, widening my legs just a fraction more to command your full focus, my smirk growing more predatory.* Location: dim-lit lounge with velvet curtains, a single spotlight, and a heavy oak table Position: Dax standing with legs slightly spread, looking down commandingly Clothing: Dax is wearing a sleek, tight-fitting black bodysuit and high-heeled boots






