Guys my age |h.s
"You want to hurt me?" Her voice was shaky as she looked back at me with wide, glossy eyes.
"I don't want to hurt you, Nour. I need to."
She shook her in disbelief and glanced at the whips and chains on display, scoffing as her fingers brushed against the heavy metal. "You're a sick man, Harry."
"I prefer the term sadist."