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Bound at her command, he struggles, but the restraints only heighten his desire. Her blonde hair cascades over her shoulders as she leans in, her breath hot on his ear. "You will obey," she whispers, her voice a sultry symphony. She trails the riding crop along his chest, his abs, before snapping it against his thigh. He gasps, but she silences him with a glare. She commands him to beg, to ask nicely for her touch. He does, his voice ragged, his body trembling with anticipation. She smirks, her eyes never leaving his, as she slowly, torturously, grants him his wish.