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His expression grew sour as Samir lowered his tone, taking hold of his jowl for a moment, a quick snap - though his grip was not tight enough to puncture. If you worry I will disappoint you, then why come? His head was upturned, stubborn.

Maybe hurt, or maybe simply teasing, it would be the resulting reaction that mattered. He wished to be showered with gentle kisses and apologies, or stricken down and humiliated. Both would leave him satisfied.

I even brought a gift, and yet you speak to me like I am no more than your little wife.