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Oh
my
.
I
lie
panting
and
spent
on
the
bed
,
eyes
closed
as
he
slowly
pulls
out
of
me
.
He
rises
immediately
and
dresses
.
When
he
’
s
fully
clothed
,
he
climbs
back
on
the
bed
and
gently
undoes
my
binding
and
pulls
my
T
-
shirt
off
.
I
flex
my
fingers
and
rub
my
wrists
,
smiling
at
the
woven
pattern
imprinted
on
my
wrists
from
the
tie
.
I
readjust
my
bra
as
he
pulls
the
duvet
and
quilt
over
me
.
I
stare
up
at
him
completely
dazed
,
and
he
smirks
down
at
me
.
“
That
was
really
nice
,
”
I
whisper
,
smiling
coyly
.
“
There
’
s
that
word
again
.
”
“
You
don
’
t
like
that
word
?
”
“
No
.
It
doesn
’
t
do
it
for
me
at
all
.
”
“
Oh
—
I
don
’
t
know
…
it
seems
to
have
a
very
beneficial
effect
on
you
.
”
“
I
’
m
a
beneficial
effect
,
now
am
I
?
Could
you
wound
my
ego
any
further
,
Miss
Steele
?
”
“
I
don
’
t
think
there
’
s
anything
wrong
with
your
ego
.
”
But
even
as
I
say
it
,
I
don
’
t
feel
the
conviction
of
my
words
—
something
elusive
crosses
my
mind
,
a
fleeting
thought
,
but
it
’
s
lost
before
I
can
grasp
it
.
