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You didn’t just want my obedience; you wanted the specific way my breath caught when the leather met the back of my thighs.
He didn't ask for permission to touch the small of my back; he claimed it as though he had already seen the deed of title.
Her skin is the color of expensive stationery and I am about to ruin the margin with every mark I leave.
I watched you bite your lip when the minister mentioned 'forever,' and I knew then that your knees were already bruised from me.