All That Sentimental Crap
Eliot was panting on the bed behind him and Sam smiled as he ran a finger down the long line of his back, to the dip of his spine. “Such a good boy,” Sam said softly, feeling the way his praised caused Eliot’s already shattered body to shiver just a bit harder.
He wondered if it was always like that, for doms who took
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