Brandon, Brandon, she doesn't want you, but I do . The thing stretched again, stretched and stretched and my body stretched with it, as if it fit inside my arms and legs. Nathaniel was there, touching my face. He put his mouth against mine, and the next scream was muffled into his mouth.
He walked around the table, fingers trailing on the backs of the chairs. Nathaniel relaxed into the curve of my body, pressing as much of him against as much of me as he could. But I felt frantic. I hadn't known I was his master then.
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