Lost
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"But it wasn't mine anymore. It was his. I was his. Something in that fitted with the submissive I knew lurked inside. How long had I waited and searched for the right man? One who could dominate me with more than just words? A sadist that liked the extreme side of life? That's what I needed, and one with darkness to match my own."
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