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Untouched... 9 years of denying the addiction that once ruled me. I was the perfect predator: smile sweet, eyes innocent, body built to ruin. Men thought they were taking me… until they realized I was the one holding the leash. I’d drop to my knees, whisper “ yes Sir ” in that broken little voice, and watch them unravel the second I gave them everything they craved. Submission was the blade: the wetter I got, the deeper I surrendered,... the more I took . I'd let them think they owned me while I drained them of their soul, with every obedient moan. They left wrecked, addicted, begging for a girl who already had what she came for.
