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“It’s not a date.” Beck clarified as he adjusted his sweater from the night before. “We’re just going for some coffee and dealing with the rest of the day okay? I don’t date.”
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“It’s not a date.” Beck clarified as he adjusted his sweater from the night before. “We’re just going for some coffee and dealing with the rest of the day okay? I don’t date.”
“I wouldn’t misbehave half as much if I didn’t like the punishment.”
“Spoken like a true and proper slut. It turn you on to see me so pissed off?” Of course, Alden didn’t simply look angry; his eyes were hungry and excited while his sneer spoke of a specific form of disgusted glee. If she wanted to be a glutton for punishment, then so be it. “Unfortunately, I don’t give a shit about what you like. You will be obedient even if I have to fucking beat submission into you,” Alden growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair and slamming her back into the wall, his free hand already going to his belt buckle as he tried not to let his raging hard on distract him from the task at hand. “Repeat after me: My cunt is not mine to touch. It is Daddy’s to do with as he pleases.”
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Alister got the baseball bat that lay underneath her bed and rose a brow showing it to her. “This good?” Taking her hand, Ali guides her out into the living room, turning on every light as she went. “See? Nothing.”
imsg;;
oliver: we need to talk in person
oliver: pick a place quiet and off the beaten track
oliver: needs to be private
“You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?”
Bran was working on one of his sketches and only looked up after her question. Pouting? Had he been pouting? Maybe a little. He shrugged and didn’t know what to say really. “I... guess I was just getting used to you being around at night and then you went out and left me alone.” Bran answered. He realised he was sounding like a child and shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, I’m fine.”
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