Please Sir

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>My flesh bends to his every whim</strong></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Everything I have is his to use</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Fleeing to Bluebell is my chance at a clean break. With a new teaching job and gig as the JV cheer coach I'm excited to start over but more importantly moving puts distance between my toxic gaslighting parents and abusive ex.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Was I expecting to meet a smoking-hot cowboy who didn't hesitate to suck a splinter from my palm my first day in town? Definitely not and of course he's off-limits.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>So imagine my surprise when I'm on my knees my wrists bound his leather painting my skin with crimson welts. My voice weak and thin desperately begging </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Please Sir</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> as my eyes roll back with euphoria.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Then the door crashes wide open and standing there slack-jawed is the only student I've formed a bond with since I moved here staring at me like she's seen a ghost as I'm bound and begging...</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>For her father.</strong></p>