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Harrison
Ipacedin front of her, a panther stalking its prey. I wasn't sure where the anger came from. She didn't deserve it, but I wanted topunishher.
Her tears touched me and hurt me. Her words comforted me, but I didn't want to believe her. I couldn't save her from her unhappy life. I wasn't that kind of Dom. She didn't know anythingaboutme.
When she knelt at my feet, my heart broke. I didn't ask her to do it. She did it for me. She submittedtome.
I had to do what I could to convince her I wasn't the right Domforher.
She continued to tap her fingers on herthighs.
My eyesnarrowed.
"Stop."
She stopped. She didn'tlookup.
I was afraid to open my mouth, except to give her commands. I was sure my voice would reveal mytruth.
I wanted her, but I didn'tdeserveher.
Her fingers tapped on her thigh. I dropped to my knees in front of her and growled. I pulled her closetome.
"If you won't stop, I'll tie you up and make you stop." Touching her squashed my anger, but I wasn't ready to letitgo.
"Yes."
"You will address measSir."
"Yes, Sir,”shesaid.
I pulled her onto my lap. Her pussy sat flush against mythigh.
I pulled her tighteragainstme.
She gasped. Our faces inchesapart.
It struck me, we had shared so much but notakiss.
"I want to hurt you, Brooklyn. So badly. I want you to hurt the way I hurt." My throatseized.
"Yes, Sir,” shewhispered.
"You can't want that." I shook my head. "You don'twantme."
"Please don't tell me what I want." She clung to me. Her hands dug into my shoulders. "I know whatIwant."
"Shut your fucking mouth, sub,” Iyelled.
She moaned andclampedshut.
I moved her pussy back and forth on my thigh. "You’re getting turned on by this. You dirtylittlesub."
The name-calling was uncalled for. I had never treated a sub like this before. I was ashamed because my dick had never ached with such needbefore.
My hands ran down her back. I ran them underneath the fabric of her shorts and pulled her closer. My cock loved the friction. I couldn't wait to touch every inchofher.
