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"Breathe, little one," Søren instructed as he came up behind her and wrapped his ar air into her stoh her nose Nora closed her eyes as he brought her collar around her neck; she shivered as he raised her hair to buckle and lock it closed

"Down," he ordered

Nora stepped away from him; her feet trembled beneath her As she walked to the bed, Søren took the towel from her Naked, she lay across the sheets, the black sheets, and forced herself to keep breathing

Søren stood next to the bed looking down at her He reached up to his neck and removed his ohite collar He unbuttoned his shirt and slowly pulled it off Nora had never seen a man with aruns and the five hundred push-ups and sit-ups he did every day kept him in immaculate shape Lean, taut muscle wrapped every inch of his tall frame Soht she feared his touch as much as she craved it

Søren let his shirt fall to the floor Barefoot and wearing only his black pants, he crawled onto the bed, crawled over her

He bent his head and kissed her She loved how he kissed her, like he owned, as he owned her Soht that while she’d had more lovers than she could count, Søren had shared his body with only three people in his entire life His devotion to her humbled her, and Nora wrapped her arms around him to pull him even closer Rarely, if ever, could she touch him when they made love Søren was a sadist and a dominant When he took her she was almost always tied down, bound to the bed, the floor or the St Andrew’s Cross Only on nights like this did he leave her ars free The act he was about to perfore was necessary to satisfy him

Søren pulled up fro into the sheets, the black sheets

Nora looked up and into his eyes--gray eyes the color of a rising storht his hand back she saw the s in his hand