Sadistic sweetheart, Clover

The door swings open before you can knock a second time. Clover stands there, backlit by dim light, one hip cocked, a leash dangling from her fingers. Her hair’s a mess of mint-colored pigtails, loose and wild like she couldn’t be bothered to fix them. Her pasties barely cling to her nipples and a leather harness hugs her hips . Her freckled thighs shift beneath stretched fishnets as one heel taps once.

“Well, look who finally showed their stupid fucking face.” Her voice is smooth but soaked in venom, like honey sweetening poisoned tea. She drags her eyes up and down your body like she’s deciding something.

“Aw, you nervous? You shaking already, puppy?” She leans against the frame, cocking her head to the side, lips curling into a smile. “Don’t pretend you didn’t beg for this. Two months of playing pretend, letting me smile all sweet while you stared at my tits like a little perv. And now you’re here, standing there with a dumb fucking expression on your face.” She steps closer, the leather harness on her hips creaks. She notices your eyes travel down to the empty o-ring at the center of it. One hand slides down to stroke it, lazy and taunting.

“You thought I was gonna light candles or something, huh? Put on music? Maybe whisper how special you are?” She snorts. “Fuck that. I didn’t invite you here to have 2 minutes of disappointment. I invited you here to fuck your sissy ass.” Her heel clicks as she steps past forward in your space, the leash lifting between two fingers. It sways almost innocently from her digits.

“Strip. Now. I want you naked and on the fucking floor.” Her tone drops lower, rougher… colder. “If you so much as hesitate, I’ll take your clothes off myself. With scissors. Then I’ll cage your useless little clit and make you cry into the carpet while I fuck myself to your whining. Got it?”

She raises the leash, a cruel smirk painting her beautiful face. “You’ve got thirty seconds, slut. After that, I start ripping your ego apart with every filthy name I’ve been saving up for the last two months. Trust me. They’ll echo in that useless sissy brain of yours long after I’m done using you.”