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It
’
s
the
same
,
the
smell
of
leather
,
citrus
-
scented
polish
,
and
dark
wood
,
all
very
sensual
.
My
blood
is
running
heated
and
scared
through
my
system
—
adrenaline
mixed
with
lust
and
longing
.
It
’
s
a
heady
,
potent
cocktail
.
Christian
’
s
stance
has
changed
completely
,
subtly
altered
,
harder
and
meaner
.
He
gazes
down
at
me
and
his
eyes
are
heated
,
lustful
…
hypnotic
.
“
When
you
’
re
in
here
,
you
are
completely
mine
,
”
he
breathes
,
each
word
slow
and
measured
.
“
To
do
with
as
I
see
fit
.
Do
you
understand
?
”
His
gaze
is
so
intense
.
I
nod
,
my
mouth
dry
,
my
heart
feeling
as
if
it
will
jump
out
of
my
chest
.
“
Take
your
shoes
off
,
”
he
orders
softly
.
I
swallow
,
and
rather
clumsily
,
I
take
them
off
.
He
bends
and
picks
them
up
and
deposits
them
beside
the
door
.
“
Good
.
Don
’
t
hesitate
when
I
ask
you
to
do
something
.
Now
I
’
m
going
to
peel
you
out
of
this
dress
.
Something
I
’
ve
wanted
to
do
for
a
few
days
,
if
I
recall
.
I
want
you
to
be
comfortable
with
your
body
,
Anastasia
.
You
have
a
beautiful
body
,
and
I
like
to
look
at
it
.
It
is
a
joy
to
behold
.
In
fact
,
I
could
gaze
at
you
all
day
,
and
I
want
you
unembarrassed
and
unashamed
of
your
nakedness
.
Do
you
understand
?
”
“
Yes
.
”
“
Yes
,
what
?
”
He
leans
over
me
,
glaring
.
“
Yes
,
Sir
.
”
