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113. Break for me, my little devil
Erica The fear and little bit of apprehension I had was nowhere to be found now, and in its place there was only hunger. Hunger for him. And yet, as I sobbed and screamed from the sharp bite of pain he was inflicting on my back, second after second, I held on to my pride. Even though I knew it won’t do me any good, still I didn’t want to give in so easily. He marked me, stroke after stroke, the leather left a fiery strike everywhere it landed and when he was done with my back, he moved lower. I arched up, my hands twisting in my binds as I stood up on my toes when he hit me below the curve of my arse, catching me on my sensitive skin. I screamed for him and I knew he was enjoying every second of it even though I was torturing both of us by making him wait. I knew he wasn’t the man who wo
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