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Jeez
,
my
breathing
is
so
shallow
.
Does
he
know
what
I
’
m
thinking
?
He
shows
me
the
crop
.
It
’
s
brown
plaited
leather
.
My
eyes
jerk
up
to
meet
his
,
and
they
’
re
alight
with
fire
and
a
trace
of
amusement
.
“
We
aim
to
please
,
Miss
Steele
,
”
he
murmurs
.
“
Come
.
”
He
takes
my
elbow
and
moves
me
to
beneath
the
grid
.
He
reaches
up
and
takes
down
some
shackles
with
black
leather
cuffs
.
“
This
grid
is
designed
so
the
shackles
move
across
the
grid
.
”
I
glance
up
.
Holy
shit
—
it
’
s
like
a
subway
map
.
“
We
’
re
going
to
start
here
,
but
I
want
to
fuck
you
standing
up
.
So
we
’
ll
end
up
by
the
wall
over
there
.
”
He
points
with
the
riding
crop
to
where
the
large
wooden
X
is
on
the
wall
.
“
Put
your
hands
above
your
head
.
”
I
oblige
immediately
,
feeling
like
I
’
m
exiting
my
body
—
a
casual
observer
of
events
as
they
unfold
around
me
.
This
is
beyond
fascinating
,
beyond
erotic
.
It
’
s
singularly
the
most
exciting
and
scary
thing
I
’
ve
ever
done
.
I
’
m
entrusting
myself
to
a
beautiful
man
who
,
by
his
own
admission
,
is
fifty
shades
of
fucked
up
.
I
suppress
the
brief
thrill
of
fear
.
Kate
and
Elliot
,
they
know
I
’
m
here
.
He
stands
very
close
as
he
fastens
the
cuffs
.
I
’
m
staring
at
his
chest
.
His
proximity
is
heavenly
.
He
smells
of
body
wash
and
Christian
,
an
inebriating
mix
,
and
that
drags
me
back
into
the
now
.
I
want
to
run
my
nose
and
tongue
through
that
smattering
of
chest
hair
.
I
could
just
lean
forward
…
He
steps
back
and
gazes
at
me
,
his
expression
hooded
,
salacious
,
carnal
,
and
I
am
helpless
,
my
hands
tied
,
but
just
looking
at
his
lovely
face
,
reading
his
need
and
longing
for
me
,
I
can
feel
the
dampness
between
my
legs
.
He
walks
slowly
around
me
.
