He gazed down at the restrained, trembling woman tied to the bed. The moisture glistening on her thighs brought an evil grin to his lips. “Tell me… why do you want access to the Writer’s Block?” he asked, trailing the flogger lightly down her back.
“To learn… to improve my writing skills… to grow…” she gasped, having a hard time focusing on anything except the potential of that flogger is his talented hands…
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