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No Safe Words (BDSM)

No Safe Words (BDSM)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Feb 18, 2014
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***RATED-R Content. For Mature Audiences Only She had betrayed him, lied to him and still he begged her to stay. She saw him, this powerful god who was ruthless in every sense of the word and perfection in the eyes of every woman, get down on his knees for her. Only for her. She had turned away from him then. Not even shedding a single tear as his dreams and his love for her spiraled down, down, down into an empty darkness. Now, the plans have changed, the story is rewritten. She is walking down the aisle with fear in her beautiful green eyes and he felt smug and wretched at the same time. He wanted to rejoice for she was with him again. This time forever. But he wanted to punish her, too. Wanted to hurt her as much as she hurt him. Well, now he could. She was his property. His to do with as he pleased. A side he fought so valiantly to hide from her is unleashed in the face of his anger and heartbreak. He wanted to give her the spanking she so richly deserved. He wanted to see her angelic face contort in pain as his whip hits her satin skin, over and over. With an evil glint in his eye, he smirked at his lovely bride... Now no one can save her, not even him.
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"Get out," I said in a firm voice, but it shook a bit at the end. The muscles in his jaw tensed when I said that. Instead of getting out, he closed the door and started taking calculative predatory steps toward me. His eyes moved all over my length. My heart started to drum fast. It made me take a step back until my back was flat against the wall. "I said get out," I repeated, trying to sound firm when he was only a step away from me. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pants pocket. "Last time I checked, I still own this place," he said arrogantly in his deep voice, which made me want to sink into the wall. He stood in front of me. "But it's my workplace," I breathed out when he cut an inch of distance between us. His body was not touching me, but my body still twitched as if his calloused hands were moving all over me. I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, but my heartbeat raised when I heard steps coming towards us. "Someone is coming. Go from here," I found myself pleading. The steps became louder as if the person were just a few steps away from opening the door. I don't want rumours to be spread here. An evil smile formed on the corner of his lips looking at the distress on my face. "I'm not afraid to be seen with my wife," he said in his deep, low voice, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped towards him in anger. I know he was doing this on purpose because no one here knows we are married. Why is he breaking the deal?

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