*”Ouch!”, She gasped, in both agony and pleasure, as He bit her small toe. He looked up, desire, satisfaction and sadistic longing mixing colloidally across His features.*
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***Him***
**Crack!** The whip snapped a few inches from the lions face as He danced around it. The lion was used to this routine and knew it was expected to look fierce and pretend to be the predator it used to be. So it growled and roared before taking its leap through a hula hoop set on fire.
He was satisfied, he knew The lion must be tired of this routine but this was His (and the lion’s) day job and he’d always been far ahead of the regulations on animal welfare that had slowly been shutting other circuses down. So He also knew The lion wasn’t unhappy. If He found a better job though He knew he would move on peacefully (taking the lion into retirement with Him).