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My chest heaved as I sank into the chair, my legs dropping onto the floor.
Raphael stuck his tongue out and licked his lips tentatively to see if he had eaten the most delicious fruit.
He finally rose, settled beside me, and placed his hand on my thighs. “I would like you to follow me to the club tomorrow,” he said.
My pupils drifted to my corners, seeing the soft smile on his lips.
I could have asked why. But like he said, he loved being in control. He tells me what to do, and I obey. That was our only rule.
I nodded. “Okay.”
He smiled and jumped to his feet. “Take a shower and rest, I’ll pick you up tomorrow evening.”
My eyes blew wide. Was he leaving just like that? I mean we just watched each other masturbate. We didn’t have s*x.
I should have felt relieved, yet a v
