He didn't leave me for long, just long enough for me to think. I didn't want to think. My mind wanted to shut down. I wasn't given time to prepare for this, and my body was aching already.

He stepped back into the room wearing nothing but a black leather thong. He had such a hard body. I watched his thigh muscles contracted as he walked to me. He seemed to exude an aura of raw power, raw sex, and dominance that knew no bounds.

He spoke in a soft, but deep, firm voice. "You thought you'd just leave, without my permission? You thought you'd just walk out and then come back and all would be forgiven and forgotten? No, slut! You need to know, and understand, your steps are ordered by ME! You go where I SAY, and nowhere else!" I was genuinely scared now. His voice held the promise of pain. I didn't know if I was ready for it.

He removed the ball gag from my mouth and dried me off where I'd drooled all over myself. I wanted to speak. The words were almost out of my mouth, ...

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