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“
Close
your
eyes
.
”
I
shut
the
room
out
,
him
out
…
the
crop
out
.
He
starts
small
,
biting
licks
of
the
crop
against
my
belly
once
more
.
Moving
down
,
soft
small
licks
against
my
clitoris
,
once
,
twice
,
three
times
,
again
and
again
,
until
finally
,
that
’
s
it
—
I
can
take
no
more
—
and
I
come
,
gloriously
,
loudly
,
sagging
weakly
.
His
arms
curl
around
me
as
my
legs
turn
to
jelly
.
I
dissolve
in
his
embrace
,
my
head
against
his
chest
,
and
I
’
m
mewling
and
whimpering
as
the
aftershocks
of
my
orgasm
consume
me
.
He
lifts
me
,
and
suddenly
we
’
re
moving
,
my
arms
still
tethered
above
my
head
,
and
I
can
feel
the
cool
wood
of
the
polished
cross
at
my
back
,
and
he
’
s
popping
the
buttons
on
his
jeans
.
He
puts
me
down
against
the
cross
briefly
while
he
slides
on
a
condom
,
and
then
his
hands
wrap
around
my
thighs
as
he
lifts
me
again
.
“
Lift
your
legs
,
baby
,
wrap
them
around
me
.
”
I
feel
so
weak
,
but
I
do
as
he
asks
as
he
wraps
my
legs
around
his
hips
and
positions
himself
beneath
me
.
With
one
thrust
,
he
’
s
inside
me
,
and
I
cry
out
again
,
listening
to
his
muffled
moan
at
my
ear
.
My
arms
are
resting
on
his
shoulders
as
he
thrusts
into
me
.
Jeez
,
it
’
s
deep
this
way
.
He
thrusts
again
and
again
,
his
face
at
my
neck
,
his
harsh
breathing
at
my
throat
.
I
feel
the
build
up
again
.
Jeez
,
no
…
not
again
…
I
don
’
t
think
my
body
will
withstand
another
Earth
-
shattering
moment
.
But
I
have
no
choice
…
and
with
an
inevitability
that
’
s
becoming
familiar
,
I
let
go
and
come
again
,
and
it
’
s
sweet
and
agonizing
and
intense
.
I
lose
all
sense
of
self
.
Christian
follows
,
shouting
his
release
through
clenched
teeth
and
holding
me
hard
and
close
as
he
does
.
He
pulls
out
of
me
swiftly
and
sets
me
down
against
the
cross
,
his
body
supporting
mine
.
Unbuckling
the
cuffs
,
he
frees
my
hands
,
and
we
both
sink
to
the
floor
.
He
pulls
me
into
his
lap
,
cradling
me
,
and
I
lean
my
head
against
his
chest
.
If
I
had
the
strength
,
I
’
d
touch
him
,
but
I
don
’
t
.
Belatedly
,
I
realize
he
’
s
still
wearing
his
jeans
.
“
Well
done
,
baby
,
”
he
murmurs
.
“
Did
that
hurt
?
”
“
No
,
”
I
breathe
.
I
can
barely
keep
my
eyes
open
.
Why
am
I
so
tired
?
“
Did
you
expect
it
to
?
”
he
whispers
as
he
holds
me
close
,
his
fingers
pushing
some
escaped
tendrils
of
hair
off
my
face
.
“
Yes
.
”
