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... ater dripping off of him and onto the ground and he remained with his face down, ass up, and Cass had enough time to consider some hard truths.
Did he just like men groveling at his feet? Was that a him thing that he’d never considered before now, or was that a Lord Blackburn thing? Had Lord Blackburn discovered this already and that was why this felt so fucking natural to Cass? Or was that a Cass thing?
Was it a both of them thing?
Cass stood there, the door open, his ar ...
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