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My chest touches the hard surface as he holds me down by my wrists. My throbbing nipples turn painful with the mere friction. I hear a belt snapping behind me, but before I can focus on it, the sound of a slap fills the air. I bite my lower lip, eyes closing to engrave the sensation. “One final chance.” His words echo around me like a dark promise, and I hate that my first response to it is wanting more. He’s turned me into a mess who can’t get enough. He was right the other day. I’ve become a glutton for his punishment and rough handling. I’ve become attuned to him on a scary level. “You want to be fucked here and now?” His voice lowers with lust and something else I can’t put my finger on. “You don’t even care that we’re in a religious setting, or that anyone can walk in. You’re quite the exhibitionist, aren’t you?” His words should be a turn off, but heat engulfs my body and burns the last of my inhibitions. Jonathan thrusts into me from behind, his huge cock filling me whole with a