![]() ![]() She struggled harder, but she couldn’t move away from his attentions, and even her fear couldn’t quite suppress the sensations awakening in her. When he moved a hand down to press against her mound, a wave of heat rolled through her. “And bring the entire bench up another foot.” Even as he spoke, he teased her breasts, rolling the nipples, stroking the undersides. “Master Smith, could you lower the front several inches, please?” Sir said. He held her as easily as he would a puppy, his arms around her both comforting and terrifying. The penalties for interrupting a scene are spelled out in detail on the third page.” They’d strapped her ankles to the bench legs. She tried to kick at them and couldn’t move her legs. The man and the whipped woman were kneeling on each side of her. She felt something close around her ankles. It was Sir who had her in his arms, Sir who made her feel safe, only there was no safety here. Her heart pounded with fear, yet she was all too aware of his hands on her, of how his larger body held her in place so easily. “Stop it,” she hissed, squirming in his unyielding grasp. She could feel the heat of him through her shirt as his thumbs rubbed her nipples, sending blazing sensations searing through her body. ![]()
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