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Natalie

God, it was stupid, but I couldn’t seem to stop myself. I needed to push him, to make him hurt the way he was hurting me.

With a growl he held me down with one huge hand on the small of my back as he leaned over and secured my ankles to the base of the bench. That done, he walked around me and lowered my wrists into the leather restraints that were attached by slightly longer chains