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[MATURE CONTENT] I hated him. I hated his guts. I hated every single thing about him. Yet, I was drawn to him. Like a moth drawn to a flame. I didn't understand how I could feel this way about someone... a man like Nixon Madden who never let a single dust through the steel barricade of brute comments, and dark deep eyes. She was a literal pain in my ass. I had never met anyone so demanding, temperament.... such a spitfire, that Freya. Yet, I had never in my life wanted to bend someone to my will. A monster she called me. Well she had no idea what kind of a monster I was. Groaning, I felt his fingers tear through my expensive piece of lingerie. Oh god. "Nixon, please don't..." I begged, a moan on the verge of escaping my lips. I hadn't no clue what I was begging for. Was I begging for him? Was I begging for serenity? I didn't know. Nixon paused momentarily, long enough for me to catch my harsh, ragged breath. "Please what?" I fought back the words, but eventually they burst through me like a dam. "Please don't punish me..." "Ah, I see. You've been bad, princess. You're going to sit here, and take every one of my spanks while counting at the same time, and gladly beg for more. If you lose count or stop, I'll start all over again. Understand?" [ warning: contains mature language & explicit content ]
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