#Harshness 4

Just so, little one; you want it. I know that you do. It is well that you wait to be commanded; as I told you, you are more ripe for this than you could possibly know. Move for me; it will hurt, but you will go slowly, carefully, looking for the heat that will get you there, even as you cause yourself pain. There is no hurry, none at all. I have you, pretty cunt, and the only thing that matters in the world is that you give me your pleasure, your little death. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 18 minutes; 3900 words

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Perhaps it was his smile which had fanned the flames, so that, suddenly feeling as if she were indeed on fire, in a frenzy of desire to give him everything, anything he wanted, the only thing she could give him, in order to deserve that feeling, of being perfectly, immaculately managed, owned, ordained. To feel almost impossibly special. To be released from everything. Freed, by giving herself away. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 19 minutes; 4100 words

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