Punish Me, Master
She squeezed his hand again, lighter this time, her thumb tracing a small circle, cute in her attempt to stay present.
Silas noticed the flicker in her eyes, the brief hesitation, but didn't press. He found it endearing, her internal battles playing out in subtle ways.
"We'll go slow," he promised, setting the flogger back. "At Your pace." He pulled her gently into a loose embrace, his chin resting on her head. "Trust me?"
She nodded against his chest, the ache lingering but softened by his warmth. "Yes, Master," she whispered, her arms wrapping around his waist tentatively.
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