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And a hell of an ass under his black boxers.

Stop,I reprimanded myself.

Focus.

I gently touched the scars.

“What are they from?”

“Women.”

Maybe hehadlied about enjoying being whipped.

He wouldn’t be the first man I’d met who was ashamed of his desires.

“What the hell did they use on you?” I asked. The former dominatrix in me was curious. “It’s not bad enough to be from a cat o’ nine tails – ”

“Their fingernails,” he said as he pulled off his boxers.

Oh FUCK.

His ass was perfect… muscular and round…

And his cock, now soft, swayed long and thick from his soft thatch of dark hair.

FOCUS, MEI-LING.

“Is that some sort of a flex?” I asked, trying to tear my gaze away from his nether regions.

“What do you mean?”

“Are you trying to say you’re so amazing in bed that they couldn’t help themselves, and gouged wounds in your back during sex?”

“Would that surprise you?” he asked with a half-smile.

I didn’t want to give him a big head…

But I couldn’t lie, either.

“Given how you just made me feel for the last half hour… no, I guess not.”

He surprised me with a laugh and a kiss. “Actually, no, it’s not that. Iaskedthem to do it.”

“You didn’t mention that you’re into pain.”

“I’m not.”

“Then why did you have them gouge their fingernails into your back?”

“Control.”

He spent the next few minutes explaining that heusedpain as a way to have control over his body.

He claimed that he didn’tlikepain; he just craved the control that it gave him.

I’d seen things like that in my time at De Sade.

Just not quite as…extremeas Roberto’s case.

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