Laura. “Of course, Madame.” The man says in response, a pearl-like gleam in his green eyes. His knees meet the floor before me, and as he crawls over like a little pet, I feel the surge of power rush through me, one I've never felt before. I never knew being a dominatrix comes with such power. A smile blooms on my face, and I watch him inch closer. When he's at my feet, he sticks out his tongue as he removes my stilettos and places reverent kisses on my toes. The rush of power fades, and suddenly, my body curls inward with disgust. Guilt rises, but I swallow it down. I'm not permitted to feel any of this at all. Not permitted to think about Michael. “You're mine, Malishka.” His possessive words echo in my mind. No, Laura, focus on the handsome man at your feet! I howl to myself, panting. Diligently, the man's lips come up, pasting on my shins down to my calves. The breath I'm breathing in feels hot, my lungs closing in on themselves. “I love you, little flame.” Michael's w
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