“In my place?” I snorted, fighting the suffocating feeling of heat pooling in my core. What the hell was wrong with me? Was I actually enjoying this? He carried a knife, for fuck’s sake; he’d cut my hair and spanked me. I was more messed up than I’d ever imagined. It was clearly past time to start seeing a therapist. “Yeah, in your fucking place.” He leaned in, his hot breath against my lips. “On your knees…crawling, naked and humble, until the brat act dies…” I was transfixed by the intense glint in his eyes. “Then what happens?” I wondered aloud, and then immediately cursed myself for
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