Seraphina POV“On your knees, Sera,” Callan commanded. I listened with no protest before I felt the familiar feeling of Callan wrapping rope around my wrists and tying them in a manner so I couldn’t get out of the hold easily. He stood in front of me with his arms crossed on his chest in just a pair of athletic shorts that hung low on his hips. “Now what are you going to do?” He asked in a serious tone. I looked up at him with a smirk before I leaned over and bit onto the fabric of his shorts and pulled down, effectively showing the dusting of trimmed hair on his pelvis and part of his sculpted ass. Callan let out a curse before stepping out of my grasp. “Babe, we are supposed to be training,” he attempted to scold but lacked any fervor with a smile on his face. I pouted, jutting out my lower lip a little more dramatically than was necessary. “But, I want something else. You have me tied up, completely at your mercy,” I paused, looking at the heated stare that Callan was now givi
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