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I ran my fingers through my [length] [color] hair and grabbed, hard.
“Please...please stop...” I moaned out, but earned nothing in return. Why was I being punished? Was this really punishment? He didn’t say it was. He didn’t see it as that.
I wasn’t supposed to see it as punishment. This was his way of showing me ‘affection’, an affection that I knew he longed to show me. And there was nothing I could do.
Well, I could talk. That was it. He, for some reason, let me talk.
My other hand gently ran over my neck and massaged the bare, sensitiv