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I
frown
.
He
’
s
just
given
me
a
shitload
of
ideas
to
process
and
now
this
.
“
If
you
were
my
sub
,
you
wouldn
’
t
have
to
think
about
this
.
It
would
be
easy
.
”
His
voice
is
soft
,
seductive
.
“
All
those
decisions
—
all
the
wearying
thought
processes
behind
them
.
The
‘
is
this
the
right
thing
to
do
?
Should
this
happen
here
?
Can
it
happen
now
?
’
You
wouldn
’
t
have
to
worry
about
any
of
that
detail
.
That
’
s
what
I
’
d
do
as
your
Dom
.
And
right
now
,
I
know
you
want
me
,
Anastasia
.
”
My
frown
deepens
.
How
can
he
tell
?
“
I
can
tell
because
…
”
Holy
shit
,
he
’
s
answering
my
unspoken
question
.
Is
he
psychic
as
well
?
“
…
your
body
gives
you
away
.
You
’
re
pressing
your
thighs
together
,
you
’
re
flushed
,
and
your
breathing
has
changed
.
”
Okay
,
this
is
too
much
.
“
How
do
you
know
about
my
thighs
?
”
My
voice
is
low
,
disbelieving
.
They
’
re
under
the
table
,
for
heaven
’
s
sake
.
“
I
felt
the
tablecloth
move
,
and
it
’
s
a
calculated
guess
based
on
years
of
experience
.
I
’
m
right
,
aren
’
t
I
?
”
I
flush
and
stare
down
at
my
hands
.
That
’
s
what
I
’
m
hindered
by
in
this
game
of
seduction
.
