Stephanie’s POV“Crawl.” Damien’s baritone rings in my head. A single word hits so hard that I pause on my track, heart racing. I look at the cocky figure in front of me, contemplating whether to abort the mission. This man doesn't just want to fuck me, he wants to use me, like a rag. A nasty filthy rag.And sadly… I like it. Call me stupid, say I’m thinking with my pussy, I don't care. “Kneel, and crawl to me.” He murmurs, not stressing a bit. “Now.” His lips do this little twitching. One. I look around, not needing a further humiliation ritual. Slowly, I drop to my knees, with impure intentions. I'm this close to being the dirty slave to a stranger… A fucking hot stranger. I guess it's worth the risk. My eyes remain locked with his, watching, picking every twitch of his muscles, batting of his lids, enjoying the show I’m featured in. Next, my palms kiss the floor, giving my last surrender. On all fours, I obey, eyes still paired with his.“Stop.” He groans another command, th
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