My clit was still throbbing from the cruel mixture of pain and pleasure. I knew he’d think of something even more devious if I lost again. Yet, as scary a thought as that was, I still felt excited at the threat of being punished by him again. I imagined him holding me down and doing all manner of painful, wicked things to me - and I felt another rush of heat between my legs. God, I was even more perverted than I had thought. My masochistic fantasies had been one thing, but now that I was acting them out, I realized just how deeply I craved it: the pain, the fear, the domination, the rush of
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