Bastard
ELEANOR Banks is a bastard. My master, my Dom, is ranking number one among bastards, sitting comfortably beside Lucifer on the throne. I am angry. Unheard. Wronged. Horny. But one emotion sits above everything else right now. Shame. I want to rip this blindfold off and glare at whoever might be looking at me bound, exposed, and completely degraded. I want to flip them off. Banks included. But I can’t, because the bastard has taken full ownership of my senses and every useful limb I own. I am royally done, and somehow impossibly horny. I have been out here for approximately forty minutes, plus or minus ten minutes , and I am so wet that I am genuinely concerned I have formed a small pool on this glass table. Banks didn’t just suck my chest like a starving man. He filled my ass and m
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