‘Crawford Starrick catches me reading smutty literature, which makes me blush scarlet. He’s intrigued and he makes me read it out to him, all while he bites on my ear lobe and kisses my neck, before undoing my dress and hiking up my skirts to get underneath and pleasure me with his mouth. He’d strip too and my voice would waver with pleasure as he made me feel good. Eventually we’d end up in the bed, book discarded and our moans loud enough for everyone in the manor to hear.’
Confession [x]
I just need Crawford Starrick to fuck me hard and dirty in any and all positions, pull my hair, bite me, lick me, do anything he wants to me until we pass out from exhaustion.
Confession by @castielsangel-x
I accidentally walk in on Crawford Starrick masturbating but he doesn’t see me. I hide out of his view and watch him getting himself off until he comes over his own hand, before he catches me off guard and asks me if I enjoyed the show, making me realise he had known I was there and I’d been caught. I just blush and flee, completely embarrassed.
Confession by @castielsangel-x
‘I’ve fantasised about being in the middle of a love triangle similar to ‘The Phantom of the Opera.’ Crawford Starrick is the mysterious and ever-present Phantom and Jacob Frye being the safe and secure Raoul. But I chose Crawford every time, the man seducing me with his voice and his touch. He’d take me to his bed and he’d make me feel good until I ‘sang’ for him. We’d both fall over the edge together and I’d tell him I wouldn’t go back to Jacob, not after him.’
Confession [x]
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Confession [x]
‘I’d imagine being pregnant with Crawford Starrick’s heir, the Grand Master being delirious about it. He’d look after me and make sure I was comfortable, but he’d still take me to bed and make love to me many times, caressing my curves and bump and telling me how happy he was as he brought me pleasure.’
Confession [x]
‘I just want a few rounds of intense, sweaty, rough sex with Crawford Starrick until we’re sated and spent before he’s nuzzling affectionately at my neck and breasts, promising more and very very soon.’
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‘I’m getting ready to go out and I’ve bathed and I’m in the middle of doing my hair when I catch Crawford Starrick’s eye behind me in the mirror and he smirks at me gently from our bed. ‘You are an exquisite creature,’ he would purr and come to me, kissing the back of my neck and along my jaw. He opens my robe and his hands run all over my body before he pulls me to bed and takes me hard, our voices so loud we know his servants can hear. Needless to say I needed to bathe again after that 
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Confession [x]
“I want Crawford Starrick biting and kissing my neck and shoulders as he bends me over his bed and takes me from behind. He’ll wrap his arm around my stomach and mould himself to my back, my fingers gripping the sheets as I try to turn my head to kiss him. I push back against him to try and take him deeper until he’s a moaning mess like I am.”
Confessed by: castielsangel-x
[X]
‘I imagine Crawford Starrick would be the type to tie me up and and strap a vibrator to my inner leg so it’s just teasing my clit while he’d sit drinking tea and watching, achingly hard in his trousers. I’d moan and beg for mercy but he’d just smirk. He would watch me fall apart, ignoring his own desire just to watch me.’
Confession [x]