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Fantasizing About Him

POV: Ameera

“Fine!

I’ll do it!

I’ll clean the damn blood, just take your hands off me!” I told him sternly, swatting his hands off before he inserted his finger into my panties. I’ve never seen a man as petty and annoying as he is. How the hell does he derive joy from torturing me this way?

It felt like I was under a spell or something. I have no control over my body, and even if I yelled and screamed at him a thousand times, telling him to let me go, there is still a part of me that wishes for him to make real of his threat. I want him to bend me over tight here and screw me senseless, I want him to command my obedience and force me to submit to him. I was moving backward to preserve my pride and not have him call me a damn whore, but the more I tried to get away from him, the more I’m being pulled in by his amazing aura.

I’m not sure he knows the effect has on me, a test he doesn’t show it anyways. I’m sure he noticed my weakness when he pulled my hair. I moaned in pleasure, leaning
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