“Diogenes, I cannot move a muscle like this. I am completely at your mercy. Please be gentle.”

He gave her a condescending smirk, seeing right through her plea. “Gentle? That's not what you really want,” he purred, the tone of his voice dropping as he leaned in closer, eyes fixed on hers. “Or need.” Their lips almost met in a kiss, but he pulled away at the last instant, laughing as she strained against her bonds to follow. “I may hurt you, but you'll beg me not to stop.”

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