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I go completely still. Not Master. Not the word she says in the red room, the word she corrects herself to. The one meant to keep everything in its correct order, but Banks. My name. Breathless and low. Like we are more than the contract. Like I am hers... I should stop and end the contract. If her subconscious cannot respect the title, it is only a matter of time before she starts expecting more. But I do not. My balls tighten; so does my chest. I come out of her and push back in. “Yes.. f**k Bankssss.” The second one is an even more dangerous undoing. I am dizzy just from hearing her moan my name. It is longer. Like she is tasting it and enjoying how it feels. My head empties. A welcoming quiet follows immediately, sending an electric current down my body. There is only her vo
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