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“
Is
this
nice
?
”
he
asks
,
but
I
hear
the
edge
in
his
voice
.
I
tense
.
He
moves
the
glass
again
and
leans
down
,
kissing
me
and
depositing
a
small
shard
of
ice
in
my
mouth
with
a
little
wine
.
He
slowly
and
leisurely
trails
chilled
kisses
down
the
center
of
my
body
,
from
the
base
of
my
throat
to
between
my
breasts
,
down
my
torso
to
my
belly
.
He
pops
a
fragment
of
ice
in
my
navel
in
a
pool
of
cool
,
cold
wine
.
It
burns
all
the
way
down
to
the
depths
of
my
belly
.
Wow
.
“
Now
you
have
to
keep
still
,
”
he
whispers
.
“
If
you
move
,
Anastasia
,
you
’
ll
get
wine
all
over
the
bed
.
”
My
hips
flex
automatically
.
“
Oh
no
.
If
you
spill
the
wine
,
I
will
punish
you
,
Miss
Steele
.
”
I
groan
and
desperately
fight
the
urge
to
tilt
my
hips
,
pulling
on
my
restraint
.
Oh
no
…
please
.
With
one
finger
,
he
pulls
down
my
bra
cups
in
turn
,
my
breasts
pushed
up
,
exposed
and
vulnerable
.
Leaning
down
,
he
kisses
and
tugs
at
each
of
my
nipples
in
turn
with
cool
,
cold
lips
.
I
fight
my
body
as
it
tries
to
arch
in
response
.
“
How
nice
is
this
?
”
he
breathes
,
blowing
on
one
of
my
nipples
.
I
hear
another
clink
of
ice
,
and
then
I
can
feel
it
around
my
right
nipple
as
he
tugs
the
left
one
with
his
lips
.
I
moan
,
struggling
not
to
move
.
It
’
s
sweet
,
agonizing
torture
.
“
If
you
spill
the
wine
,
I
won
’
t
let
you
come
.
”
