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Chapter Twenty-three

On her knees, Cora bowed her head for what seemed like hours All she wanted was to fade away This wasn’t her She’d never been a woman who needed a man to be happy, nor had she depended on his embrace to fix her Now those needs overwheleon

With a sigh, she cursed her reality, trying to find her way out of this hell Until now, she hadn’t realized the importance of her sub made sense She didn’t knohat to do or what to say

She kept her hands splayed on her thighs and her body felt cold At the sound of a slap against flesh, she lifted her head Presley was bound to the spanking bench at her ankles, calves, arood use of the paddle, and Cora had counted at least ten wicked swats

Cora doubted Presley had enjoyed theured she’d be a little bit teary-eyed She had been there before and didn’t doubt the pain would fuel Presley’s orgas release

Master Drowled, “Since you see , bad Dom, I suppose I’ll act as one” Then he fucked Presley with brutal, unforgiving thrusts P

resley, never a shy one with her voice, screamed sounds of pure satisfaction

So very unlike hie

Big, bad Dom indeed

It usually aroused Cora to watch others engage in erotic adventures The exchange between a Dom and a submissive was beautiful—a dance of trust between two people looking for so of heat stirred

Cora chewed her inner lip and all she saas the action She dragged her pals and pitied Presley’s punishe It see a video she wished she could mute

Fingers stroked her hair, and she glanced up to find Porter talking to Club Sin Master, Sawyer She hadn’t heard a single word pass between the her hair

Staying next to hiave her the sense of peace her battered soul de an order That was better than doing nothing And it also kept other Doether

As each ht hts quieted The ache in her heart didn’t go away, but it was er tucked under her chin, coaze

Porter regarded her before a sweet smile reached his face “Ah, that’s a better look on you”