"I can't, truly. I'm sorry, Sir, please," I plead, meeting his gaze while biting my lips, hoping to entice him. His arms encircle me again."I swear, you're going to ruin me," he mutters.Opening the door, he pulls me out, and a small sense of triumph washes over me, thinking I've evidently won. However, the gaze of everyone around us makes me second-guess my victory as they quickly avert their eyes. Glancing down, I notice the shirt I hastily put on is open and ripped.Realising I must look dishevelled, I can only imagine what's running through their minds. Holding the shirt closed, he continues to guide me, and instead of leaving, he leads me towards his room. As he pushes me through the door, a growl escapes his lips."Strip now," he commands, but I hesitate."Sean, we're not in your room yet," I suggest, attempting to open the door, yet he intervenes."Strip, I want you to know how I would have felt had you not let me release in the car if you had left me like that, having to walk
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