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Me
!
Argue
?
With
you
,
Fifty
Shades
?
It
’
s
more
than
my
backside
’
s
worth
.
I
sit
on
the
barstool
,
momentarily
stupefied
,
trying
to
assimilate
this
morsel
of
information
.
He
’
s
bought
me
clothes
.
I
roll
my
eyes
in
an
exaggerated
fashion
,
knowing
full
well
he
can
’
t
see
me
.
Car
,
phone
,
computer
…
clothes
,
it
’
ll
be
a
damn
condo
next
,
and
then
I
really
will
be
his
mistress
.
Ho
!
My
subconscious
has
her
snarky
face
on
.
I
ignore
her
and
make
my
way
upstairs
toward
my
room
.
So
,
it
is
still
mine
…
why
?
I
thought
he
’
d
agreed
to
let
me
sleep
with
him
.
I
suppose
he
’
s
not
used
to
sharing
his
personal
space
,
but
then
,
neither
am
I
.
I
console
myself
with
the
thought
that
at
least
I
have
somewhere
to
escape
from
him
.
Examining
the
door
,
I
find
that
it
has
a
lock
but
no
key
.
I
wonder
briefly
if
Mrs
.
Jones
has
a
spare
.
I
’
ll
ask
her
.
I
open
the
closet
door
and
close
it
again
quickly
.
Holy
crap
—
he
’
s
spent
a
fortune
.
It
resembles
Kate
’
s
—
so
many
clothes
hanging
neatly
on
the
rail
.
Deep
down
,
I
know
that
they
’
ll
all
fit
.
But
I
have
no
time
to
think
about
that
—
I
have
to
get
kneeling
in
the
Red
Room
of
…
Pain
…
or
Pleasure
,
hopefully
—
this
evening
.
KNEELING
BY
THE
DOOR
,
I
am
naked
except
for
my
panties
.
My
heart
is
in
my
mouth
.
Jeez
,
I
thought
after
the
bathroom
he
would
have
had
enough
.
The
man
is
insatiable
,
or
maybe
all
men
are
like
him
.
I
have
no
idea
,
no
one
to
compare
him
to
.
Closing
my
eyes
,
I
try
to
calm
myself
down
,
to
connect
with
my
inner
sub
.
She
’
s
there
somewhere
,
hiding
behind
my
inner
goddess
.
Anticipation
runs
bubbling
like
soda
through
my
veins
.
What
will
he
do
?
I
take
a
deep
,
steadying
breath
,
but
I
cannot
deny
it
,
I
’
m
excited
,
aroused
,
wet
already
.
This
is
so
…
I
want
to
think
wrong
,
but
somehow
it
’
s
not
.
It
’
s
right
for
Christian
.
It
’
s
what
he
wants
—
and
after
the
last
few
days
…
after
all
he
’
s
done
,
I
have
to
man
up
and
take
whatever
he
decides
he
wants
,
whatever
he
thinks
he
needs
.
The
memory
of
his
look
when
I
came
in
this
evening
,
the
longing
in
his
face
,
his
determined
stride
toward
me
like
I
was
an
oasis
in
the
desert
.
I
’
d
do
almost
anything
to
see
that
look
again
.
I
press
my
thighs
together
at
the
delicious
memory
,
and
it
reminds
me
that
I
need
to
spread
my
knees
.
I
shuffle
them
apart
.
How
long
will
he
make
me
wait
?
The
wait
is
crippling
me
,
crippling
me
with
a
dark
and
tantalizing
desire
.
I
glance
quickly
around
the
subtly
lit
room
:
the
cross
,
the
table
,
the
couch
,
the
bench
…
that
bed
.
It
looms
so
large
,
and
it
’
s
made
up
with
red
satin
sheets
.
Which
piece
of
apparatus
will
he
use
?
The
door
opens
and
Christian
breezes
in
,
ignoring
me
completely
.
I
glance
down
quickly
,
staring
at
my
hands
,
positioned
with
care
on
my
spread
thighs
.
Placing
something
on
the
large
chest
beside
the
door
,
he
strolls
casually
toward
the
bed
.
I
indulge
myself
in
a
quick
glimpse
at
him
,
and
my
heart
almost
lurches
to
a
stop
.
He
’
s
naked
except
for
those
soft
ripped
jeans
,
top
button
casually
undone
.
Jeez
,
he
looks
so
freaking
hot
.
My
subconscious
is
frantically
fanning
herself
,
and
my
inner
goddess
is
swaying
and
writhing
to
some
primal
carnal
rhythm
.
She
’
s
so
ready
.
I
lick
my
lips
instinctively
.
My
blood
pounds
through
my
body
,
thick
and
heavy
with
salacious
hunger
.
What
is
he
going
to
do
to
me
?
Turning
,
he
nonchalantly
walks
back
to
the
chest
of
drawers
.
Opening
one
,
he
begins
to
remove
items
and
place
them
on
the
top
.
