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"that's true, but you're still bad at lying, and i still think i'm right" he said with a smirk. "besides..." the smirk vanished and he looked at me with sternness and something like concern, "what you need matters more to me than what you want, and you need to be collared, bound, and fucked in ways you haven't imagined yet. now, let's work on snap kicks."
"quit worrying about the sub thing and focus on pivoting with your kick. if you really don't want to be submissive then you don't need to be, but if you do want to then you don't need to pretend. i'll get the collar.
Safe, secure, togetherness. An index ringer hooked through the ring at the front as he pulls me closer and kisses me with the sort of intensity my favorite fantasies are based on. Thick and padded, keeping my eyes locked with his, I can't drop my chin to look away if I tried. His fingers intertwined with mine, then around my wrists, tight as handcuffs; I have never been as naked as I am with him.