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“
Do
you
mean
that
?
”
he
snaps
.
“
Yes
,
Sir
.
”
“
Good
.
Lift
your
arms
up
over
your
head
.
”
I
do
as
instructed
,
and
he
reaches
down
and
grabs
the
hem
.
Slowly
,
he
pulls
my
dress
up
over
my
thighs
,
my
hips
,
my
belly
,
my
breasts
,
my
shoulders
,
and
up
over
my
head
.
He
stands
back
to
examine
me
and
absentmindedly
folds
my
dress
,
not
taking
his
eyes
off
me
.
He
places
it
on
the
large
chest
beside
the
door
.
Reaching
up
,
he
pulls
at
my
chin
,
his
touch
searing
me
.
“
You
’
re
biting
your
lip
,
”
he
breathes
.
“
You
know
what
that
does
to
me
,
”
he
adds
darkly
.
“
Turn
around
.
”
I
turn
immediately
,
no
hesitation
.
He
unclasps
my
bra
and
then
,
taking
both
straps
,
he
slowly
pulls
it
down
my
arms
,
brushing
my
skin
with
his
fingers
and
the
tip
of
his
thumbnails
as
he
slides
my
bra
off
.
His
touch
sends
shivers
down
my
spine
,
waking
every
nerve
ending
in
my
body
.
He
’
s
standing
behind
me
,
so
close
that
I
feel
the
heat
radiating
from
him
,
warming
me
,
warming
me
all
over
.
He
pulls
my
hair
so
it
’
s
all
hanging
down
my
back
,
grasps
a
handful
at
my
nape
,
and
angles
my
head
to
one
side
.
He
runs
his
nose
down
my
exposed
neck
,
inhaling
all
the
way
,
then
back
up
to
my
ear
.
The
muscles
in
my
belly
clench
,
carnal
and
wanting
.
Jeez
,
he
’
s
hardly
touched
me
,
and
I
want
him
.
“
You
smell
as
divine
as
ever
,
Anastasia
,
”
he
whispers
as
he
places
a
soft
kiss
beneath
my
ear
.
I
moan
.
“
Quiet
,
”
he
breathes
.
“
Don
’
t
make
a
sound
.
”
