✦ Enchantment #27 — The Padlock ✦ She knew surrender didn't begin with his touch. It began with his gaze. In the way he stared at her—as if testing the boundaries between control and devotion. The air seemed trapped between them. She lifted her chin slowly, exposing her neck, as if offering a secret. The cool leather touched her warm skin, and the metallic sound of the padlock echoed between them—subtle, yet definitive. There, in that moment, there was no voice. The tongue moistened the silence itself. And her body, instead of asking, simply obeyed the invisible vibration that existed between them—made of trust, tension, and restrained desire. He didn't need to say anything. The simple gesture of adjusting the collar was enough to remind her: submission is an art that only flourishes in those who have the strength to choose to surrender. She smiled. Because she knew—even with the padlock locked—that it was hers to hand over the key. LovelyQueen #fetish stories 👑🔥😈❤️