Unpunished

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"Every inch will not go unpunished," she said.
He growled, not wanting to play games. Yet she teased the beast, daring him to do something, knowing he'll try. He does. But with his hands firmly tied, he can't get what he wants. She had him tamed enough to do whatever she wanted.


 -Neon


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