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Quisling gets what she wants, and Khan gets what he might not know he needs.
Khan her morph/lover/master, looked at, his fingers curling in her hair. “You should know better than to go down this path,” he breathed. “Not all the stories you wrote ended happily.”
“I trust you,” she replied, feeling the silk ropes rub against her wrists, imagining the marks they would leave after a time.
“Beyond all reason,” he said.
“So I get results beyond my dreams.” She mewled softly as Khan released his grip on her hair and took a step back.
“Wait here exactly one minute,” he ordered. “Then follow, if that is your wish.” He turned and strode off, disappearing into the darkness.
( Lead her not unto temptation, she can find it herself )
Khan her morph/lover/master, looked at, his fingers curling in her hair. “You should know better than to go down this path,” he breathed. “Not all the stories you wrote ended happily.”
“I trust you,” she replied, feeling the silk ropes rub against her wrists, imagining the marks they would leave after a time.
“Beyond all reason,” he said.
“So I get results beyond my dreams.” She mewled softly as Khan released his grip on her hair and took a step back.
“Wait here exactly one minute,” he ordered. “Then follow, if that is your wish.” He turned and strode off, disappearing into the darkness.
( Lead her not unto temptation, she can find it herself )
