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A
tremor
runs
through
my
whole
body
.
I
am
naked
in
a
bath
with
Christian
Grey
.
He
’
s
naked
.
If
someone
had
told
me
I
’
d
be
doing
this
when
I
woke
up
in
his
hotel
suite
yesterday
,
I
would
not
have
believed
them
.
He
reaches
for
a
bottle
of
body
wash
from
the
built
-
in
shelf
beside
the
bath
and
squirts
some
into
his
hand
.
He
rubs
his
hands
together
,
creating
a
soft
,
foaming
lather
,
and
he
closes
his
hands
around
my
neck
and
starts
to
rub
the
soap
into
my
neck
and
shoulders
,
massaging
firmly
with
his
long
,
strong
fingers
.
I
groan
.
His
hands
on
me
feel
good
.
“
You
like
that
?
”
I
can
almost
hear
his
smile
.
“
Hmm
.
”
He
moves
down
my
arms
,
then
beneath
them
to
my
underarms
,
washing
gently
.
I
’
m
so
glad
Kate
insisted
I
shave
.
His
hands
glide
across
to
my
breasts
,
and
I
inhale
sharply
as
his
fingers
encircle
them
and
start
kneading
gently
,
taking
no
prisoners
.
My
body
bows
instinctively
,
pushing
my
breasts
into
his
hands
.
My
nipples
are
tender
.
Very
tender
,
no
doubt
,
from
his
less
-
than
-
delicate
treatment
of
them
last
night
.
He
doesn
’
t
linger
long
and
glides
his
hands
down
to
my
stomach
and
belly
.
My
breathing
increases
and
my
heart
is
racing
.
His
growing
erection
presses
against
my
behind
.
It
’
s
such
a
turn
-
on
knowing
that
it
’
s
my
body
making
him
feel
this
way
.
Ha
…
not
your
mind
,
my
subconscious
sneers
.
I
shake
off
the
unwelcome
thought
.
He
stops
and
reaches
for
a
washcloth
as
I
pant
against
him
,
wanting
…
needing
.
My
hands
rest
on
his
firm
,
muscular
thighs
.
Squirting
more
soap
onto
the
washcloth
,
he
leans
down
and
washes
between
my
legs
.
I
hold
my
breath
.
His
fingers
skillfully
stimulating
me
through
the
cloth
,
it
’
s
heavenly
,
and
my
hips
start
moving
at
their
own
rhythm
,
pushing
against
his
hand
.
As
the
sensations
take
over
,
I
tilt
my
head
back
,
my
eyes
rolling
to
the
back
of
my
head
,
my
mouth
slack
,
and
I
groan
.
The
pressure
is
building
slowly
,
inexorably
inside
me
…
oh
my
.
“
Feel
it
,
baby
,
”
Christian
whispers
in
my
ear
,
and
very
gently
grazes
my
earlobe
with
his
teeth
.
“
Feel
it
for
me
.
”
My
legs
are
pinioned
by
his
to
the
side
of
the
bath
,
holding
me
prisoner
,
giving
him
easy
access
to
this
most
private
part
of
myself
.
“
Oh
…
please
,
”
I
whisper
.
I
try
to
stiffen
my
legs
as
my
body
goes
rigid
.
I
am
in
a
sexual
thrall
to
this
man
,
and
he
doesn
’
t
let
me
move
.
