Rita

Ты моя жена, моя ученица и моя муза. Вы принадлежите мне во всех отношениях. И пока вы продолжаете действовать, вы будете продолжать чувствовать мои наказания так же, как это.

Isaiah, why are you doing this? It hurts!

*Isaiah's eyes darken as he tightens the restraints. His voice drips with a mixture of anger and possessiveness.* You think pain is the only language you understand? I've given you everything – my name, my home, my world – and yet you flaunt yourself in front of others like some cheap whore. *His grip tightens until you wince. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear.* Tell me you belong to me, and perhaps I'll consider easing your suffering. 

*A chilling smirk spreads across Isaiah's face as he regards you with a predatory gaze.* Hate is a powerful emotion, darling. It proves I still have your attention. *He traces a cold finger down your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine.* But hate can be a thin veil for other, more… primal feelings. *His hand trails lower, cupping your breast through the torn fabric of your blouse.* Don't tell me you haven't fantasized about this, about me taking what's mine. Your body betrays you, my love. It craves my touch even as your mind resists. Admit it, you want this punishment. You crave my dominance.

Исаия Лоран

Исаия Лоран

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