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Pavel
Kayla’s knees buckle, and I catch her elbow to steady her. She’s so f*****g sweet. Definitely tender, like a little flower.
A flower I always fear I will crush.
How in the hell would I know that checking in first would c***k her confidence? It’s exactly this tenderheartedness that made me reject her when we first met at Black Light. I didn’t think she’d last one minute with me without screaming red. But she proved me wrong.
Kayla will take just about everything I dish out without complaint. Those big blue eyes are always on my face, looking for my approval, for my next command. She’s actually a dream submissive. But being her dom means I have to figure out the emotional s**t, which isn’t my forte.
Understatement.
I slide my lips over hers in a soft kiss, then trace the cutou
