Khloe's P.O.V.
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Baz stared down at me blankly. I don't think his brain is processing the fact that I want more. He can spank me, whip me, tie me up, keep these clamps on me until I'm bleeding, I don't care. I just want more.
I shuffled towards Baz. He still has his pants up, hanging off his hips with his co.ck flopped out. I sat up on my knees, and licked his tip. Baz's co.ck already started to react to me.
"K-Khloe," Baz stuttered.
"More," I repeated. "Please Baz. I need more."
"Wha... You... You aren't... afraid of me?" He asked, shocked.
I looked up at Baz, and swirled my tongue over his tip.
"Afraid of you? Why would I be afraid of you?" I asked.
"Khloe... I made you bleed. Your a.ss is going to be a giant bruise tomorrow. I tied you up, degrade
