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I
do
as
he
asks
,
and
he
binds
my
wrists
together
with
his
tie
,
knotting
it
firmly
.
His
eyes
are
bright
with
excitement
.
He
tugs
at
the
binding
.
It
’
s
secure
.
Some
Boy
Scout
he
must
have
been
to
learn
this
knot
.
What
now
?
My
pulse
has
gone
through
the
roof
,
my
heart
beating
a
frantic
rhythm
.
He
runs
his
fingers
down
my
pigtails
.
“
You
look
so
young
with
these
,
”
he
murmurs
,
and
moves
forward
.
Instinctively
,
I
move
back
until
I
feel
the
bed
against
the
back
of
my
knees
.
He
drops
his
towel
,
but
I
can
’
t
take
my
eyes
off
his
face
.
His
expression
is
ardent
,
full
of
desire
.
“
Oh
,
Anastasia
,
what
shall
I
do
to
you
?
”
he
whispers
as
he
lowers
me
onto
the
bed
,
lying
beside
me
and
raising
my
hands
above
my
head
.
“
Keep
your
hands
up
here
,
don
’
t
move
them
,
understand
?
”
His
eyes
burn
into
mine
,
and
I
’
m
breathless
from
their
intensity
.
This
is
not
a
man
I
want
to
cross
…
ever
.
“
Answer
me
,
”
he
demands
,
his
voice
soft
.
“
I
won
’
t
move
my
hands
.
”
I
’
m
breathless
.
“
Good
girl
,
”
he
murmurs
,
and
deliberately
licks
his
lips
slowly
.
I
’
m
mesmerized
by
his
tongue
as
it
sweeps
slowly
over
his
upper
lip
.
He
’
s
staring
into
my
eyes
,
watching
me
,
appraising
.
He
leans
down
and
plants
a
chaste
,
swift
kiss
on
my
lips
.
“
I
’
m
going
to
kiss
you
all
over
,
Miss
Steele
,
”
he
says
softly
,
and
he
cups
my
chin
,
pushing
it
up
,
giving
him
access
to
my
throat
.
His
lips
glide
down
my
throat
,
kissing
,
sucking
,
and
nipping
,
to
the
small
dip
at
the
base
of
my
neck
.
My
body
leaps
to
attention
…
everywhere
.
My
recent
bath
experience
has
made
my
skin
hypersensitive
.
My
heated
blood
pools
low
in
my
belly
,
between
my
legs
,
right
down
there
.
I
groan
.
I
want
to
touch
him
.
I
move
my
hands
and
rather
awkwardly
,
given
I
’
m
restrained
,
feel
his
hair
.
He
stops
kissing
me
and
glares
up
at
me
,
shaking
his
head
from
side
to
side
,
tutting
as
he
does
.
He
reaches
for
my
hands
and
places
them
above
my
head
again
.
