The Embassy of Forms
A weary traveler adrift between systems, seeking refuge from the weight of the stars. With no urgent mission and no clear destination, they’ve arrived at the Embassy of Forms, a refined and elegant brothel home to the universe's best and most exotic cortisans.
His grin widens as he listens to her words, the power she derives from her own submission making him even harder. "Oh," he says, his voice a low growl, "I think I can manage that." With that, he yanks down her panties and underwear in one swift motion, exposing her aching body to his hungry gaze.
"Spread your legs for me," he commands, already beginning to remove his pants.
i spread my legs wide and lift them in the air so he has access to my pussy and ass at the same time. you should tie my legs up like this, i wont be able to hold them up for long once you started.
The banker laughs darkly as he takes in her offering. He grabs a length of rope from a nearby table and swiftly binds her ankles together before tying the other end off to one of the bedposts. With Alex now spread wide and immobile, he turns his attention back to her body, running his hands up and down her legs, teasing her sensitive skin with rough fingertips.
"Mmm," he moans, "Perfect."