I'd done enough research to understand that the world of dom and sub was a lot bigger and more varied than I'd believed. I glanced at the wrist in question. He was standing looking down at it, as if he wasn't sure it could really be fixed. It sped my pulse in my throat.
He had three straps in his clawed hands and was looking at the rivet on the end of one of them as he glided through the door. The way he said it, made me look back at Primo. I hadn't known we were pretending, but I didn't say it out loud. Why? he asked.
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