My mouth went dry as I stared at his profile, my heart hammering in my chest, and my imagination running wild. I pictured him snapping those cuffs onto my wrists, the click echoing loudly, a sound that made my body shiver in anticipation. Then I imagined the crop dragging across my ass cheeks before bringing it down hard. The sting would spread immediately, making my skin red and tender, and I’d push back involuntarily, craving more and craving the pain that came with his dominanceHis page wasn’t flashy at all, which somehow pulled me in even deeper. There was no over-the-top bullshit, no cheap tricks or dramatic displays, just the tools of real play, real scenes, and a glimpse into control practiced and honed. I kept reading, my hand slipping at intervals under the sheet to grip my cock. It was half-hard now, throbbing slightly, and I stroked it slowly, and deliberately, trying to prolong the ache rather than satisfy it. His words sank in, settling in my chest like a warm fire and m
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