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She had once been the type to walk with her back perfectly straight—a prince among girls.Even when they were dating, there was a quiet nobility about her, something just beyond reach.

But now, as she slowly undid the loose silhouette of her shirt,stepping closer, step by measured step,there was something softer in her presence—almost fragile, almost trembling.

Their lips hovered at the edge of touch when she whispered:

“Since getting married… I’ve learned something.That deep down… I’ve always liked being treated this way.”

The words struck deep, branding the heart.Back then, he had admired her strength from afar.But now, standing before him, was someone who had come to crave surrender—the same “prince” who once led, now offering herself without hesitation.

He turned her around, slowly, and brought her wrists together.As he tightened the belt around them,he could feel her shoulder give the smallest of trembles beneath his touch.

An eye mask slipped over her lashes, which flinched as it settled into place.Then, gently, he brought the red ball gag to her lips.She parted them without a word and accepted it.

“…nnn… mmh… fhh…!”

He checked the restraint, then pulled the strap two holes tighter before fastening it.The soft, muffled breath that followed melted into the quiet room.He opened her legs and touched the inside of her thigh—heat was already gathering, unbidden and heavy.

Her face was hidden, but her breath told him everything.Each tremble in her voice, each pause in her breathing,spoke of something slowly unraveling deep within.

As he sank into her, her back arched,the fabric still between them turning friction into slow, unbearable pleasure.Shame and longing blurred together as he pressed deeper.

“Fhh… nnnh… nn…!”

No trace of the prince remained.What he hadn’t been able to say back then, he was finally showing now.

Bound and silenced,she gave herself freely—not as who she had been,but as the woman she had always longed to be in his eyes.

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かつての彼女は、背筋がすっと伸びた“王子様”のような存在だった。誰よりも凛としていて、交際していたにも関わらず、少し近寄りがたいような気高さを纏っていた。

けれど今、ゆったりとしたシルエットのシャツをほどきながら、一歩、そしてもう一歩と近づいてくるその姿は、どこか頼りなくて、触れたくなるほどに脆い。

唇が触れるか触れないかの距離で、ふいに告げられる。

「……結婚してから、教えられたの。……ほんとは、こういう風にされるのが、好きだったって。」

その囁きが、胸の奥に焼きつく。あの頃は、ただ彼女の強さに憧れていた。けれど今、目の前にいるのは――従うことに悦びを感じる、かつての“王子様”。

ゆっくりと後ろを向かせ、手首を揃えさせる。ベルトを巻きながら、彼女の肩がわずかに震えるのを感じていた。

アイマスクをかけると、まつげがぴくりと揺れる。そして、口元にあの赤いボールギャグをそっと押し当てる。彼女は抵抗せずに唇を開き、受け入れた。

「……っ、ん、んぅ……っ！」

十分な締め付けを確認した上で、さらに穴ふたつ分を締めてから留める。小さなくぐもりが、部屋の静けさを濡らしていく。脚を開かせ、太腿の内側に触れると、熱はすでにこぼれていた。

彼女の表情は視えない。けれど、息づかいと声の震えが、身体の奥で何かがほどけていくのを告げていた。

腰を沈めていくと、布越しの快楽に背が反る。羞恥と悦びがせめぎ合いながら、彼女の中に深く沈みこんでいく。

「んぅ……ふっ、……っ、んんぅ……！」

もはや王子様の面影はなかった。かつて彼女に言えなかった願望が、今ようやく果たされていく。

彼女は拘束され、口を塞がれたまま、それでも確かに――「相手の望んでいた姿」として、自ら身を差し出していた。