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“You’re sure?” Calar was stretched out naked on the bed. Aldaan held his cane in both hands.
“I’m a hedonist, melda – I want to feel everything.”
It wouldn’t have been hard to find someone who wanted to hit Calar. But what he wanted wasn’t just pain – it was to be sent into that state of floaty disconnection, and he needed someone he trusted for that.
“Just like I told you.”
Aldaan started slow. By the time the marks started to stand out against Calar’s dark skin, he was into it – every gasp, cry, and moan went right to his cock.