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He cried, "Harper, what will it take for you to forgive me? Haven't I been punished enough? I've lost everything. Why won't you come back to me?" His pathetic display was laughable. As I recalled everything he did to me, I felt no guilt, only relief. "No, it's not enough. A hypocrite like you belongs in jail where you can't hurt anyone else," I replied, letting out my resentment. Caleb froze, his head down and hands falling limply. Just as I thought he was finally giving up, he slammed me against the wall, his face twisted with madness. "No! No! You're mine—everything about you belongs to me! You can't leave me!" Caleb screamed, his hands crushing my throat.

Armando introduced himself. Armando extended his right hand for a handshake, and Sofia confidently met it. “Paloma Sofia Santos, at your service,” Sofia replied with a smile. Sofia proudly introduced herself to Armando Quinto and graciously accepted his handshake. She didn’t forget to introduce her boyfriend, Amir, to the Quinto couple. “Why don’t we all sit together? It’ll be nice to share a meal and chat,” Larissa suggested warmly. “Sure, Mom. I’d love to share with you how my pregnancy is going,” Cassia replied cheerfully.

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I even found the karma sutra amongst what I can only classify as the ‘self help’ section, opening it and then quickly closing it in case Enzo or his mother entered the room. A large book at the end of the shelf entitled “The Power and Responsibility of Men” caught my eye. It seemed to be more weathered than the rest of the books, but I didn't get why. “Who would be drawn to a book like that?” I asked myself, pulling it from the shelf.

She whispered in my ear with hot air I could feel, ugh fuck damn it, her lips so close to my ear that I felt her warm breath. I was so turned on that I had nearly lost the powers of thinking and speech. Reina's every gentle stroke sent a wave of pleasure from my hard as rock big dick all through my body. I barely managed to say, in a hoarse whisper, "Like this, Miss Reina, this was just my imagination before, but it is now happening. All of our sexual intercourses, I think I manifested them.” I truthfully shared to her. "Master, I can tell how much you love it. What else do you imagine?" She kept on asking me, making me turned on and wanting more of her.

He whispered. "Controlla te stesso e questa dannata sensazione. È solo una fottuta amante. Solo un'amante nient'altro!" He mumbled to himself nodding in his head. (-Control yourself and this damn feeling. She's just a fucking mistress. Just a mistress nothing else!) He made his mind. He wouldn't be bothered by whatever she does anymore. She can do the fuck she wants he wouldn't give two fucks about it like he was unbothered by his previous mistresses.

Master said. "Yes, Master." His hand came down. Smack. I felt the warmth start under his hand and slowly spread. I counted. Smack, another on the other side. Smack; evenly paced warmth spreading out from the points of contact, approaching my already heated cunt. Smack, smack, smack, counting each time, my bottom glowing, becoming redder with each swat of my Master's hand. Smack, ensuring his slave remained the obedient slut he wanted. Smack, smack, smack. I'm still counting, mindless. The actual number irrelevant; I'd keep counting as long as he kept swatting. I felt the tension rising, the wave starting to roll in, to crest.

Not impatiently, not demanding attention, just… present. “Another long day?” he asked. No judgment. No teasing. Just… steady. I nodded, unsure if I wanted to speak. “You handled it well,” he said quietly. “Even with everything pulling at you, you stayed present.” I swallowed. “I… I try.” “Good,” he said. “Trying is the first step toward mastery. And the only way forward for people who have rebuilt themselves.” I looked at him, really looked. Adrian had this way of seeing you without exposing you. Without breaking you open. And yet somehow, his words dug in anyway, in the quietest, most effective way.

No matter what happened, he will always have the upper hand and the last say in the situation. 'Maybe this was really all that was written in my fate. I am used to this kind of set up anyway. So I don't think it would be an issue. Well at least, now, my master is a boy witch and not a devil incarnate.' Abby thought to herself as she realized how she escaped her years of servant ship with her abusive stepfamily, only to end up entering mastership to another person. Meanwhile, taking Abby's lack of response as a sign that he was actually winning the argument, Eugene gave himself a private laugh. But outside, he retained the dead-serious expression that he had been sporting on his face.

"I understand, Master. I'll be at home waiting for you." With that, she left the room. "Wow, Percy, I didn't know you were so skilled at training people," Franklin said, clearly impressed. I waved it off modestly. "Oh, I just have experience with handling animals. It's not much, but it's something I know well. Compared to teaching, I'm sure it's nothing." "No, no, no, we all have our specialties. Actually, I was hoping you could teach me a few things. Would you be willing to come over to my place sometime?"