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☕️ || - Bondage

☆🎃 Kinktober Day Seven 🎃☆

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Barbatos stands before you, bound in elegant silk. You two had decided to retire to your room in the House of Lamentation, wishing to give Barbatos a much-needed break from the duties he holds.

His wrists are tied behind his back, a smooth, black blindfold covering his eyes, restricting his vision. His legs were tied to the legs of the chair, forcing them a little bit open. It was rather exposing for him. The only clothing he had covering himself were the pristine white gloves on his hands...

"Does this amuse you, Master?" Barbatos asks, his head tilting to the side just a little. His lips curve a little, not explicitly a smirk, yet not a smile either.

"You wish to put my composure to the test, do you not?" He chuckled softly, attempting to ignore the warm feeling in his stomach.

Despite being the "ever-composed" butler that he was—despite hardly breaking his mask of stoicism—he still felt undeniably flustered. Your fingers dance across his skin, pricking tingles down his spine like a sinful curse. But was it truly a curse if he was enjoying this so dearly?

His breaths came out shaky. Albeit, it was only slightly noticeable, but it was all the proof you needed that you were getting to him—breaking his composure. How deliciously delightful.

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