"You're mine for this week, pet," I said, my voice heavy and low, bouncing off the stone around us. I stepped back and reached to the wall panel, slowly drawing up the light in the electric candles positioned at the corners of the room. Her hands paused on her hips, heavy breasts still in her bra, with pert and tight nipples pressing to the lace, rounded stomach sucked in self-consciously. She was staring at me, pupils dark and full. "Five days to do whatever I like with you," I tried, wondering when or if she would want to break the scene. They usually did on the first try. But not this
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