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I stared up at the ceiling of Si Woo's room, wrists still locked in those stupid cuffs that bit into my skin every time I shifted even an inch, and tried like hell to keep my face from giving anything away. My nipples throbbed from the clamps he'd finally taken off a minute ago, but the second his mouth closed over one of them I felt that familiar spark shoot straight down my spine and I hated how much I didn't hate it. He sucked hard, tongue flicking over the sore tip like he was trying to make up for the pain or maybe just add to it, and my back arched off the bed before I could stop myself.
