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“
Mr
.
Grey
.
”
I
nod
in
acknowledgment
.
I
climb
up
and
wince
slightly
as
I
sit
down
.
“
Just
how
sore
are
you
?
”
he
asks
as
he
sits
down
.
I
flush
.
Why
does
he
ask
such
personal
questions
?
“
Well
,
to
be
truthful
,
I
have
nothing
to
compare
this
to
,
”
I
snap
at
him
.
“
Did
you
wish
to
offer
your
commiserations
?
”
I
ask
too
sweetly
.
I
think
he
’
s
trying
to
stifle
a
smile
,
but
I
can
’
t
be
sure
.
“
No
.
I
wondered
if
we
should
continue
your
basic
training
.
”
“
Oh
.
”
I
stare
at
him
dumbfounded
as
I
stop
breathing
and
everything
inside
me
clenches
tight
.
Ooh
…
that
’
s
so
nice
.
I
suppress
my
groan
.
“
Eat
,
Anastasia
.
”
My
appetite
has
become
uncertain
again
…
more
…
more
sex
…
yes
,
please
.
“
This
is
delicious
,
incidentally
.
”
He
grins
at
me
.
I
try
a
forkful
of
omelet
but
can
barely
taste
it
.
Basic
training
!
I
want
to
fuck
your
mouth
.
Does
that
form
part
of
basic
training
?
“
Stop
biting
your
lip
.
It
’
s
very
distracting
,
and
I
happen
to
know
you
’
re
not
wearing
anything
under
my
shirt
,
which
makes
it
even
more
distracting
.
”
I
dunk
my
teabag
in
the
small
pot
that
Christian
has
provided
.
My
mind
is
in
a
whirl
.
