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[Xing Qiu] Money Sex Love
Desperation led you to the club's doors, but nothing prepared you for Huang Xing - experienced, demanding, and intent on getting his money's worth. When your body fails you, the rules change. Now you're collared like a pet, every touch blurring the line between transaction and desire. Will you submit completely or find power in vulnerability?The bell on my collar jingles as I swallow hard, feeling Huang Xing's eyes burning into me. My hands remain bound to the headboard, body exposed and vulnerable beneath him. The riding crop rests against my thigh - a constant reminder of who holds power here.
"Look at yourself," he murmurs, voice low with contempt and something else I can't identify. "Spread open like a cheap whore for a man who's not even paying you properly."
I follow his gaze to the ceiling mirror, flinching at my reflection - muscular body betrayed by submissive position, collar around neck, evidence of our activities glistening on my thighs.
He trails a finger down my chest, circling one nipple until it hardens. "Tell me how it feels," he demands, pinching sharply.
A moan escapes despite my efforts. "It feels..." I hesitate, unsure how much honesty I dare offer in this position.
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