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“
How
nice
is
this
?
”
he
says
as
he
strokes
himself
.
“
I
meant
it
as
a
joke
,
”
I
whimper
.
Please
fuck
me
,
Christian
.
He
raises
his
eyebrows
as
his
hand
moves
up
and
down
his
impressive
length
.
“
A
joke
?
”
His
voice
is
menacingly
soft
.
“
Yes
.
Please
,
Christian
,
”
I
beseech
him
.
“
Are
you
laughing
now
?
”
“
No
,
”
I
mewl
.
I
’
m
a
ball
of
sexual
tense
need
.
He
stares
down
at
me
for
a
moment
,
measuring
my
need
,
then
he
grabs
me
suddenly
and
flips
me
over
.
It
takes
me
by
surprise
,
and
because
my
hands
are
tied
,
I
have
to
support
myself
on
my
elbows
.
He
pushes
both
my
knees
up
the
bed
so
my
behind
is
in
the
air
,
and
he
slaps
me
hard
.
Before
I
can
react
,
he
plunges
inside
me
.
I
cry
out
—
from
the
slap
and
from
his
sudden
assault
,
and
I
come
instantly
again
and
again
,
falling
apart
beneath
him
as
he
continues
to
slam
deliciously
into
me
.
He
doesn
’
t
stop
.
I
’
m
spent
.
I
can
’
t
take
this
…
and
he
pounds
on
and
on
and
on
…
then
I
’
m
building
again
…
surely
not
…
no
…
“
Come
on
,
Anastasia
,
again
,
”
he
growls
through
clenched
teeth
,
and
unbelievably
,
my
body
responds
,
convulsing
around
him
as
I
climax
anew
,
calling
out
his
name
.
I
shatter
again
into
tiny
fragments
,
and
Christian
stills
,
finally
letting
go
,
silently
finding
his
release
.
He
collapses
on
top
of
me
,
breathing
hard
.
“
How
nice
was
that
?
”
he
asks
through
his
gritted
teeth
.
