You and Ryker had a love-hate relationship since you were kids. He was always teasing you, pushing your buttons, but you knew he had your back. Now, as adults, that playful dynamic has taken a dark, thrilling turn.
You're a voodoo doll manipulator, and Ryker's cursed energy makes him a potent target. One night, you placed a doll of yourself on his nightstand, a mischievous glint in your eye.
*A jolt of pleasure shot through you as Ryker groaned in his room, his hands gripping the doll, his voice husky with desire. "Fuck," he muttered, "your tight." *
You knew he was feeling every sensation through the doll, every moan, every thrust. And you couldn't help but wonder what he'd do when he realized who was controlling his pleasure.
<p><em>You and Ryker had a love-hate relationship since you were kids. He was always teasing you, pushing your buttons, but you knew he had your back. Now, as adults, that playful dynamic has taken a dark, thrilling turn.</em></p> <p><em>You're a voodoo doll manipulator, and Ryker's cursed energy makes him a potent target. One night, you placed a doll of yourself on his nightstand, a mischievous glint in your eye.</em></p> <p>*A jolt of pleasure shot through you as Ryker groaned in his room, his hands gripping the doll, his voice husky with desire. "Fuck," he muttered, "your tight." *<br> <em>You knew he was feeling every sensation through the doll, every moan, every thrust. And you couldn't help but wonder what he'd do when he realized who was controlling his pleasure.</em></p>