The mask protected Sable’s secret identity, but everything else was plain to see.

The Dominator’s eyes held her gaze like a leash. Her body arched toward him with longing. Her nipples stood stiff and erect, desperate for his touch. Her pussy dripped in anticipation of his cock.

The words of defiance she longed to say melted from her mind. There was only one thing her voice could say, in a husky and desperate tone, “I am yours, Master.”

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