The temptation behind gentleness

"Asshole, you're hurting me, be gentler…"

"Heh, don't you like it rough?"

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Most fatally, she was wearing only a thin spaghetti-strap nightgown, revealing large swathes of lovely scenery with her damp hair draped to one side, holding a feather duster in her hand…

On the bed was a man with a hood on his head, his hands and feet bound, much like a slave.