-waking up in ceo!wanda’s home—just to find her not in bed but out on the terrace.
-walking out to ceo!wanda’s terrace with bed hair, indents on your face—proof of sleep—and still in her pajamas.
-having ceo!wanda look at you like this. like you hung the moon and stars, to her you’re the whole world. she’ll ask you gently “did you sleep well?” knowing you did everything but sleep well last night. the small wobble in your step, shake of your thighs, and love bites peeking through her pajama shirt is proof of that. she wants nothing more than to scoop you up, to hold and protect you forever.
-but little do you know…that’s exactly her plan. to keep you in her home, in her arms, to be hers forever. even if that means making you utterly dependent on her. you’ll never even have to worry your pretty head about anything—only her.
- ceo!wanda does everything for you, she cooks for you, dresses you, bathes you, shops for you. gives endless highs in the night, the air filled with breathy moans, whiny pleas for more, and that sweet sweaty smell of sex.
-ceo!wanda does everything for you. everything and anything so you don’t have to lift a finger. So you won’t ever have to leave her or her home. god knows how long it’s been since you went out for yourself—she’ll do anything to keep it that way.
