"Mistress?" I queried with knitted brows while my gaze fixated on her disheveled appearance. But all I got was silence from her. Her lips were pursed together while she fiddled with her hands, her eyes were staring at the floor and I couldn't help but sigh. In steady steps, I strode to her and held her shoulders in a firm grip, forcing her to stare me in the eye, and I growled, "answer me." "Yes," Sarah said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I never said you're my Mistress, Sarah," I yelled, annoyed at the way she was thinking. Didn't she understand how special she is to me? I never gave anyone especially a woman the right to talk back, yet I had always let it slide when it came to her. I never threw a second glance at another woman all my life, until Sarah walked into my life, knocking me out with her innocence, beauty, and submissive nature. Ever since that day I had been possessive of her. I'm a dominant man. I live and breathe for control. To me, women were just good fuck
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