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“He didn’t press, didn’t say anything further, allowing the silence to become its own force.
A battle waged inside her, self-preservation versus desire. “No,” she confessed. “I wasn’t scared. Nervous, yes. But a kiss can hardly be considered submission.”
“Oh?”
“It’s not like I was on my knees.” Yet she was picturing it. Lord help her. “Or naked. Or being beaten.”
“But you did go to the door to lock it. Then you went to the center of the room. And you waited for me. You trusted me. You responded when I asked if the way I pulled on your nipples was too much.”
His words made her burn for him.
“Did I take you further than you could go?”
“Of course not.”
“Further than you wanted? Or were you left craving more, imagining more?”
She looked away, severing herself from the power of his eyes.
“We talked in my office about the fact D/s relationships need tremendous amounts of trust. I outlined what I’m willing to do for you to feel safe, but it goes two ways.
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