CHAPTER 8: Harker
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Harker almost came in his pants when Alison obeyed without question. He hadn’t planned on letting her come, but it’d been the perfect way to start teaching her body that pain equaled pleasure. She knelt before him, wincing a bit when she sat back on her feet.
“Unzip me.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said it sarcastically as she rubbed his c**k through his pants.
“I prefer Master, but Sir will work.”
“Really?” She looked at him like he was nuts. “Master?’
“Yes.” He couldn’t pull his eyes away from her fingers as she slowly unfastened his pants.
“I don’t think I can call you Master.” She took his c**k in her hand and began to stroke him. Her small, soft fingers squeezing him perfectly. “It makes me think of slavery and that isn’t a turn-on for—”
“Sir will work.” His h
