Dominant Love(BDSM)

Dominant Love(BDSM)

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Romance
Hello, My Name is Catalya Pierce and this is my story, His name was Michael, Michael Winters, oh how that name sends shivers down my spine and makes me hot all over. I met him at the age of 20 on a cold winter night, when I needed a ride from my office to my house, as my car broke down a mile from my job. He seemed fine in the beginning of our conversation in the car. That was until he stopped. I realized I was sitting in this beautiful strangers Lamborghini Aventador, as Beethoven ninth symphony played in the background, and that I was in a world full of trouble. My eyes trailed up seeing a beautiful luxurious condo instead of my two bedroom, two bath modern suburban house. Well enough about my past and how i met him, let me tell you about my present and how i am known and forever shall be His and Only His Submissive.
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You've heard about how Vic and Cat reunited. But how did they come to be? He lightly played with my fingertips as the sun started to die, the night flaring awake. "How would you describe love?" He questioned in a soft voice. I frowned slightly his arm draped over my stomach. Using my free hand, I walked my fingers down his forearm. "Love, is dancing across an edge. You get that adrenaline feeling, but you are also scared out of your wits of falling off. Its like walking on a thin tightrope where everyone is egging you on, but you're off balance. If you find someone to hold your hand and balance you, you feel safe. You have never experienced love, unless you have danced across that edge with somebody." I swirled my finger tip over the back of his hand. I looked up so our faces were level. "Thank you for being my dance partner."

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