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ALEXA DEMIE as MADDY PEREZ EUPHORIA S0302 ("America My Dream")

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her treatment methods were... unique, to put it mildly. unethical at best, twisted at worst and yet zara hirsch remained in practice, gaining more and more clients as the years went on and gathering her own support system (or shield, depending how one looked at it) of other providers under her supervision who were more than happy to indulge and, sometimes, participate in her experiments. with the blinds to her office drawn closed, she took perhaps a little too much pleasure in watching them adorn the dog collar that had become a regular part of their sessions before getting on their hands and knees. "very good," she cooed, circling them slowly before she bent down to latch a leash to the collar that she kept a hold of while sauntering back to her own chair. "now: we've been discussing how it makes you feel emotionally when a partner calls you their pet during sex, but this week i want to focus on how that feeling manifests physically." her voice was low and level, almost hypnotically calm and in direct opposition to the way she gripped the leash tighter to pull against their throat just slightly.

both he and his brother had been funneled straight from the remote devoutly religious compound they'd grown up within straight into rigorous therapy, cycling through a myriad of counselors, social workers, and psychiatrists in the years since they'd been rescued, but while zeke had been able to adjust to the real world well enough stop therapy altogether, nothing seemed to cure sammie of whatever neuroses he'd developed. it was only when he began his sessions with dr. hirsch that he began to develop a new value system that lessened the burden of the rigid rules he'd imposed upon himself based on what he'd been taught growing up, devoting himself to her in the hopes that she could teach him how to live. she was a shock to the system, even now after months of treatment his hands still shook as he dutifully secured the leather collar around his own neck, buckle latched as tight as his flesh would allow, before he sunk down onto all fours like a proper pet. his heart skipped along with the click of the leash onto his collar, finally allowing himself to gaze up at her with his pitifully watery eyes while he followed her to kneel at her feet. breath hitching in his throat, he felt caged, though he didn't dare break away from her gaze to search for an escape. he didn't dare move or speak without permission, only letting out a soft whimper when the leash pulled his collar taught.

it wasn't as though he were proud of it, getting caught on the loveseat in his office with his slacks unzipped and his hand pumping furiously beneath the fabric of his boxers, but somehow kieran managed to look simply annoyed at the interruption of his office door swinging open rather than utterly mortified. "jesus, fuck! i was— does nobody fucking knock anymore?!" but the roar that his question came out in was significantly less menacing paired with the bright red flush creeping up his neck and tinting the tips of his ears. he was still hard (agonizingly so, in fact) and his slacks had dropped to the floor to gather around his ankles, but as he turned his attention to the intruder with his hands braced over the bulge between his thighs, kieran tried to keep his expression impassive. "what?"

"oh—" flushed cheeks showed evidence of her surprise, though she wasn't nearly as horrified as she should be upon finding her producer in such a compromising position. the warmth churning her gut was one of excitement, like a dog having found some forbidden treat to enjoy in secrecy before inevitably getting caught out by its owner. he could've locked the door if he really couldn't wait until he was anywhere but his office to jerk off, it was almost like he wanted to get caught, and shelley just happened to be the lucky one. fighting off the smirk that was threatening to overtake her features, she contorted her face into a sneer, allowing her gaze to slowly drag up and down his frame and lingering on his poorly concealed bulge before she allowed herself to meet his eyes. "cut the bullshit." her eyes narrowed accusingly as she took a step further into the room, door closed and locked behind her. "am i really meant to believe this was just some embarrassing coincidence? i know you think i'm stupid, but..." her eyes flickered back down to his crotch. "well? go on with it, then. since you wanted an audience so bad."

frankie may not have looked like the girls that oz typically went for but that didn't mean he was merely pretending to find her attractive or toying with her for nothing more than entertainment value. his attraction was genuine, he had barely resisted bending her over the back of the couch as they were getting ready to leave his place and head to the bar and had only stopped himself from doing so to focus his energy on convincing frankie that she was capable of leaving the apartment dressed the way she was. he did care, maybe not in the way that she thought he did but there was still care for her that existed. that was a good thing, right? he held back a sigh and forced a sympathetic smile, one he hoped hid his growing impatience. "last time we did tequila you threw up." oz reminded her gently, hands dipping a little lower to brush properly over her ass. it wasn't an attempt to dissuade her, rather he wanted to see how willing she was to loosen herself up to make it so they could both have a good night. "i had to hold your hair back, remember? you tried to make me promise to never let you do shots again..."

in all the time they'd been together, frankie had avoided asking oz anything about his exes. they existed, along with all of the other girls he'd had brief flings and one night stands with, and she spent enough time fretting over how she compared to them to seek further confirmation of her inadequacy. if she wanted to keep him, she'd have to do what other girls wouldn't do for him— what they couldn't do. she just had to quiet those nagging voices telling her nothing she did was enough, that it wasn't even worth trying and she should just break up with him before he had the chance to reject her best efforts, and then maybe she'd be able to focus on perfecting her performance of sex appeal. her teeth sunk into her lower lip as his hands drifted lower still, trying to focus on that comforting warmth she felt blooming from her core rather than the anxious fluttering of her gut. "i did say that," she murmured, resisting the urge to duck her head in shame at the memory of their last big night out. "vodka? i'm already drinking it in... whatever this is." she held up her pink cocktail and shook the ice around, staring into the contents of it before hastily tipping it back and polishing off the last watered down dregs. "just one! i promise i won't throw up..." as if she didn't have the ability to buy whatever drink she wanted, frankie's pleading gaze remained trained up at oz, ready and willing to accept his word as law.

beautiful women often found their rightful place beside lonny, namely because he refused the company of those he deemed unattractive. life was suppose to be enjoyed and he could not stomach even a moment of unpleasantry, not even the being the world's most successful conversationalist could save a plain and boring face and while many such people would call him shallow for his insistence on being surrounded by beauty, he had no reason to listen to them because he was the prince and they were not. he believed he had brought all the most beautiful women in the kingdom to the palace but the newest arrival to the party clearly dispelled such a belief and forced him to make a note to fire the servant he had sent out in search of girls to bring back to become one of his concubines. his palms began to sweat as he watched her lower herself down into a curtsy before him and he pictured what she would look like properly positioned on her knees before him, doe eyes looking up at him in a silent plea for mercy from whatever submission he was to ask from her. "a shame?" an obnoxious laugh bubbled up and spilled past his full lips with no attempt to stop or quieten it. of course such a perfect specimen had to be hiding some kind of secret flaw. a soft heart for the peasants wasn't the worst thing someone could possess but lonnie did find it boring, he was tired of hearing of their struggles and believed life was greatly improved when one stopped caring what happened outside the palace walls. "is it a shame to celebrate being alive? should we all sit and wallow in the suffering of others?" he cocked his head with an already lopsided smile and shamelessly took in the sight of the woman's body before him once more, this time lingering at her chest where he could watch the swell of her breasts rise and fall from their tight confinement in her dress. he could forgive a kind streak for a woman so otherwise impeccable and besides, he believed he could very easily remind her of what was and wasn't appropriate to say in his company. "what is your name? why have i never seen you in attendance before?"

as a scullery maid, bianca was more or less invisible, passing by the prince in the halls of the palace without so much as a second look cast her way. she was far too lowly and plain to attract his attention, and she'd foolishly believed she would remain that way even after getting all dolled up like a member of the upper class. perhaps she may draw some looks, but if anything she'd thought she'd draw attention for looking out of place. her gown was out of season, an old cast-off of some duchess that bianca had tailored and embellished to the best of her meager abilities, and her hairstyle lacked the intricate finesse of the royals with multiple maids, though those fine details were likely lost on lonnie with his singular focus. he couldn't even wait for her to descend the staircase into the ballroom before he was upon her, his lecherous gaze leaving her feeling exposed even with all the layers of silk and tulle draped over her frame. "not a shame, perhaps," she recanted her statement, carefully tiptoeing around his temper. "but it is bittersweet for such a prosperous royal family to govern such a decrepit kingdom." such a jab would have resulted in at least a half dozen lashings had she uttered it to his face while occupying the role of a maid, but bianca felt a certain freedom along with her anonymity. if her mouth got her into a bind, she could simply slip away into the night, hide away her gown and satin slippers, and return to the maid's quarters before anyone knew she'd left. "chiara gallo, my lord. my mother did not believe i was ready to debut... until now." looking away from him, bianca's gaze scanned the rest of the ballroom beyond them, searching for an escape from the prince's attention and hoping her lies would be enough. "i hope i'm not keeping you from your other guests... i imagine your attention is more highly sought after than mine."

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