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Tsunade - "You can only watch, you worthless thing..." - [70 pics] - (BEBORA PATREON COMMISSION)

Added 2025-05-08 20:49:31 +0000 UTC

The bass of the club music pulsed through your chest as you entered, but it was her gaze that made your heart stop. She had spotted you first. And she had already decided to play.

Before you could even approach the bar, her voice - rich like aged whiskey - cut through the noise:

"Hey, puppy. Come here. Slowly."

You obeyed without thought, your body no longer your own. She lounged in her chair like a queen, one leg crossed over the other, her tight black dress leaving nothing to the imagination. The neckline plunged so deep your eyes couldn’t help but wander, lingering on the shadow between her breasts.

"Like what you see?" She smirked, watching your throat bob as you swallowed. "Too bad. You don’t get to touch. You’re here to serve."

She lifted a hand and snapped her fingers.

"On your knees. For your queen."

You dropped down. The floor was sticky with spilled drinks, cold against your skin, but you barely noticed. All you could focus on was her - her lips, her scent (expensive perfume and something darker, primal), the way her tongue traced the rim of her glass just to watch you squirm.

"You want to touch me, don’t you?" She leaned forward, letting you drown in her presence. "But you’re not worthy."

Her hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back.

"Kiss my shoes. Maybe then I’ll let you breathe the same air as me."

You pressed your lips to the polished leather of her heel. She laughed, loud enough for the crowd to hear.

"Look at this pathetic worm! Willing to lick my feet just for a glance!"

Your face burned, but you didn’t stop. You couldn’t.

She spread her legs wider, giving you a fleeting glimpse of lace.

"Want more? Beg."

You whimpered, and her grip tightened painfully.

"Use your words, mutt. Let me hear you whine."

"P-Please…" Your voice cracked.

"Please what?"