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I couldn't resist the temptation to touch myself after he left, my body still aching for his touch. I hid in my room, my fingers dancing over my clit, my breath coming in soft moans. But I wasn't as alone as I thought. My boyfriend, always the dominant one, had been watching, his cock hardening at the sight of me pleasuring myself. He stepped out of the shadows, his voice a low rumble, "You think you can hide from me, little one?" He towered over me, his hands pinning mine above my head, his lips capturing mine in a searing kiss. I was his to command, his to pleasure, and I wouldn't have it any other way.