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S's Story
Date: 1/12/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: gushkinbanda, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories
racing became merely intense rather than frenetic. "Rise, little one," his voice called. It took her hands half a second to release their talon-like grip on the legs of the chair and she slid back onto her knees before hesitantly placing her right foot on the floor. She thought she might stumble but before she began to tip over, his hand was there on her forearm, firm but not painful or rough, to help her to her feet. She followed the guiding pressure from his hand to stand before the mirror, facing it. Her tear-drenched face and swollen, reddened eyes mocked her proud, steady posture. She dared not glance at his face, fearing even a hint of disappointment in his eyes. His hand on her arm pulled her gently around to face away from the mirror and dropped away, moving to her chin to turn her head to face the mirror. She twisted around, holding her feet and hips resolutely in place and gazed in amazement at the red, no maroon, color of her skin. She felt her pulse there and was sure that, if she held her hand even six inches away, she could have felt the heat pouring off of it. He leaned forward, so close that she felt his breath against her cheek, his lips as close to her ear as possible without touching it. She closed her eyes, determined to avoid seeing the displeasure that she was sure must darken his expression. "Perfect, little one. Perfect." Her eyes sprung open and met his in the mirror. His face showed no hint of smile, only a firm confidence in her and his faith in ...