“Oh, fuck, yes,” Derek whimpered, his voice shaking with pleasure. “Just like that, Dean.” Dean didn’t need any further

Dean wasted no time, unbuckling Derek’s belt and yanking down his jeans with an efficient flourish. Derek’s erection sprang free, the swollen head glistening with precum.

The Bondage Table loomed large, bearing witness to countless encounters, its ornate leather straps and towering steel frame whispering tales of pleasure and pain.

Finally, Dean broke the silence, his voice barely audible above the soft crackle of the burning candles. “Would you like to take off your clothes now?” he asked, his tone laced with anticipation.

“Close your eyes, and imagine the most beautiful sunset you’ve ever seen,” Dean instructed, his voice like honey dripping from a jar. “Feel the warm glow of the sun on your skin, watch those last few drops of golden light fade away as night takes hold.”