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A fictional voyeurism and dominance experience.
I don’t lure, pet, I claim. My words are not a plea, they are a collar, wrapping around your throat before you even realize you’ve stepped closer....
She stands, naked looking at the floor, a deep creeping blush rolling along her warm sun kissed skin.
Some nights, sleep doesn’t come. Only want. Only ruin. Only the echo of hands that haven’t touched me… yet.
Red headed Wendy placed a bet with a friend, but now couldn't pay off. There was a way to cancel the debt, but would she survive it?
" THE CONTRACTOR GETS PAID"