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On the Edge
Notte had always been in control, his towering physique, honed from years of training, made sure of that. A dominant force in the ring, in the gym, and in life, he was used to calling the shots. But even the strongest craved surrender sometimes.
That was how he found himself here, wrists and ankles bound in cold steel cuffs, chained to the heavy BDSM table, his powerful frame stretched just enough to remind him of his own limits. The air was thick with anticipation, each teasing touch keeping him teetering on the brink, yet never allowing him to fall over. His muscles tensed, veins visible beneath tawny fur, his broad chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. He wanted, needed, but control was no longer his to wield.
For the first time in a long time, Notte wasn’t the one pushing his limits, he was the one being broken, one agonizing moment at a time. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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