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“
Because
I
’
m
going
to
spank
and
then
fuck
you
.
”
“
Why
?
”
I
whimper
softly
.
“
You
know
why
,
”
he
hisses
.
“
I
thought
you
were
an
in
-
the
-
moment
guy
?
”
I
plead
breathlessly
.
“
Anastasia
,
I
’
m
in
the
moment
,
trust
me
.
”
Holy
fuck
.
*
*
*
Christian
bursts
through
the
wooden
door
of
the
boathouse
and
pauses
to
flick
on
some
switches
.
Fluorescents
ping
and
buzz
in
sequence
as
harsh
white
light
floods
the
large
wooden
building
.
From
my
upside
-
down
view
,
I
can
see
an
impressive
cruiser
in
the
dock
floating
gently
on
the
dark
water
,
but
I
only
get
a
brief
look
before
he
’
s
carrying
me
up
some
wooden
stairs
to
the
room
above
.
He
pauses
at
the
doorway
and
flips
another
switch
—
halogens
,
this
time
,
that
are
softer
,
on
a
dimmer
—
and
we
’
re
in
an
attic
room
with
sloping
ceilings
.
It
’
s
decorated
with
a
nautical
New
England
theme
:
navy
blues
and
creams
with
dashes
of
red
.
The
furnishings
are
sparse
,
just
a
couple
of
couches
are
all
I
can
see
.
Christian
sets
me
on
my
feet
on
the
wooden
floor
.
I
don
’
t
have
time
to
examine
my
surroundings
—
my
eyes
can
’
t
leave
him
.
I
am
mesmerized
…
watching
him
like
one
would
watch
a
rare
and
dangerous
predator
,
waiting
for
him
to
strike
.
His
breathing
is
harsh
,
but
then
he
’
s
just
carried
me
across
the
lawn
and
up
a
flight
of
stairs
.
Gray
eyes
blaze
with
anger
,
need
,
and
pure
unadulterated
lust
.
