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“Your senses are almost as good as mine. You can scent her arousal on my dick, and I’m willing to bet you can smell her blood too. So you know exactly where she is. In my bed, dripping with my cum, wearing nothing but my collar on her throat and my bruises on her thighs.”
Raff: You know we love you, right? I swallowed down the swelling lump in my throat. Meg: Yeah, I know. Raff: That’s good. Because we’re going to fuck you like we don’t.
“What the actual fuck, Rafferty?” I snarled, breaking character at the sheer disbelief that he’d intentionally let me stab him. “Why didn’t you move?” “What, and miss out on getting stabbed by the hottest woman alive?” Riff shook his head. “Yeah right. He’s gonna be jacking off to the memory of this for a while.”
“You look like a queen,” Lollie mumbled, her eyes widening. “Queen of the sluts, maybe,”
Your dick hardware is making it weird, bro—Fuck.”
Do you really want to go down that road with me again?” I bucked my hips against his hands, straining for more friction. “Yes.” A dangerous smile slowly spread his lips. “You little slut.”
“Crawl to me, Pet.” He brandished his cane in a swirl of shadows and slowly wound the chain around the shaft, pulling the makeshift leash taut. “Crawl to your master.”
