Defrosted
He brushed his lips across her ear, and she felt her skin prickle with electric anticipation. She waited for him to speak, her heart pounding in her chest. “As your boyfriend, I’m grateful to have you in my life,” he murmured softly. He pulled back slightly, the pads of his fingers lightly trailing across her cheek. His voice dropped to a low rasp as he continued, “But as your dom, you defied me. I wonder what your punishment will be?” The vulnerability in his tone hung in the air. His words carried a mix of want and need, with an underlying current of deep love. “Excuse me,” Genevieve cleared her throat nervously as she adjusted the microphone, her fingers tight around the cold metal stand. Feedback screeched through the speakers, causing her to flinch. Everyone turned to look at her, an
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