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“
Kneel
by
the
door
,
”
he
orders
as
he
sits
back
,
putting
his
hands
on
his
knees
,
effectively
releasing
me
.
No
longer
warm
,
the
temperature
of
his
voice
has
dropped
several
degrees
.
I
stumble
clumsily
up
into
a
standing
position
and
scoot
over
to
the
door
and
kneel
as
instructed
.
I
’
m
shaky
and
very
,
very
tired
,
monumentally
confused
.
Who
would
have
thought
I
could
have
found
such
gratification
in
this
room
.
Who
could
have
thought
it
would
be
so
exhausting
?
My
limbs
are
deliciously
heavy
,
sated
.
My
inner
goddess
has
a
DO
NOT
DISTURB
sign
on
the
outside
of
her
room
.
Christian
is
moving
about
in
the
periphery
of
my
vision
.
My
eyes
start
to
droop
.
“
Boring
you
,
am
I
,
Miss
Steele
?
”
I
jump
awake
,
and
Christian
is
standing
in
front
of
me
,
his
arms
crossed
,
glaring
down
at
me
.
Oh
,
shit
,
caught
napping
—
this
is
not
going
to
be
good
.
His
eyes
soften
as
I
gaze
up
at
him
.
“
Stand
up
,
”
he
orders
.
I
climb
warily
to
my
feet
.
He
stares
at
me
and
his
mouth
quirks
up
.
“
You
’
re
shattered
,
aren
’
t
you
?
”
I
nod
shyly
,
flushing
.
