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He was the strictest Dom, loves to control women and she was a free bird, didn't like to be controlled by anybody. He was into the BDSM and she hates it. He was finding a challenging submissive for himself and she was a perfect match for him but she wasn't ready to accept his offer because she lived her life without any rules and regulations. She wanted to fly high like a free bird without any limitations. He has a burning desire to control her because she was his perfect choice but she was a hard nut to crack. He was crazy to make her his submissive and control her mind, soul and body. What will be the spark between them? Will it end with Dom dropping the whip or the bird getting into the cage? To know these answers join the cute and intense journey of the hot and strictest Master and his cute little butterfly. *** "I flared up by looking at the person like you." "What do you mean by this?" "I mean you're a Dominant who controls people life and I hate it." "You don't know anything, butterfly. At least experience it, then hate it." "It will be better if I throw you out of the cafe by kicking your *ss." His eyes widened a bit in shock. "This will also be a new experience for me." I grinned. "Butterfly, you will regret if you ever do this to me or even say this to me again." His tone became stern suddenly. "Oh, I'm so scared." I scoffed. "F*ck you and get the hell out of my cafe if you don't want me to kick your *ss." He frowned and dragged me to the backside of the cafe by seizing my wrist. Then he pushed me into the party hall and hurriedly locked the door. "What the f*ck do you think of yourself? You," "Shut up." He roared, cutting my words. He again grasped my wrist and dragged me to the sofa. He sat down and with a swift motion, he yanked me down and bent me over his lap. He pinned me against the sofa by pressing his hand on my back and locked my legs between his legs. What he is doing? Fear rushed down my spine.

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Jao 7 days’ dates. I don’t even know why I even went along with the idea, but I did. I went to all 7 dates which turned into all sorts of emotions. Our pasts, sorrows, romance, sexual awakening, and BDSM awakening but mostly darkness which I didn’t want to invite and I don’t know how I’m going to get out of it because I’m suffocating under it. Or am I? “I want to invite you to my hotel room,” he says. I nearly chuckle but I lift my upper lip by the corner to show him that I’m p*ss*d and not interested. I push him away but f*ck his strong. He doesn’t bulge with my hands glued on his abs, so strong, hard and I can feel each of them in my hands. “I’m not interested,” I’m p*ss*d but more like embarrassed. Pablo is built like he has been training for 100 years. Abs made of steel. “Why? Am I not your type?” I scrunch my whole face. I mean what kind of question is that? “I’m into ladies and not men, especially mafias.” I meet his gaze to show him that I mean it and I’m not scared of him. “Move - and now.” “What will you do? Punish me? Make me your slave and be my master?” Huh? What the f*ck is this man talking about? “What?” “Joking. Please, have a date with me.” Please? “I’m not GAY.” “YOU ARE.” “I’M NOT.” “YES YOU ARE.” “F*ck I’m not,” I grit my teeth and I’m ready to punch his face right now and have his teeth flying out. He breathes out so slowly to my nose and lips and makes me smell his fresh breath that I nearly roll my eyes to the back. Sh*t, what is he doing to me? “Just have a date with me, 7 dates then you’ll decide if you want to continue this or not. I will text you,” he says in a soft, manly, deep, and rumble tone. I find myself saying, “But you don’t have my di-.” I gulp the words and say, “No.” But he’s already out of the door. What am I?

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