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“
Stand
here
.
”
I
am
facing
the
bed
.
He
leans
down
and
whispers
in
my
ear
.
“
Wait
here
.
Keep
your
eyes
on
the
bed
.
Picture
yourself
lying
here
bound
and
totally
at
my
mercy
.
”
Oh
my
.
He
moves
away
for
a
moment
,
and
I
can
hear
him
near
the
door
fetching
something
.
All
my
senses
are
hyperalert
,
my
hearing
more
acute
.
He
’
s
picked
up
something
from
the
rack
of
whips
and
paddles
by
the
door
.
Holy
cow
.
What
is
he
going
to
do
?
I
feel
him
behind
me
.
He
takes
my
hair
,
pulls
it
into
a
ponytail
behind
me
,
and
starts
to
braid
it
.
“
While
I
like
your
pigtails
,
Anastasia
,
I
am
impatient
to
have
you
right
now
.
So
one
will
have
to
do
.
”
His
voice
is
low
,
soft
.
His
deft
fingers
skim
my
back
occasionally
as
they
work
down
my
hair
,
and
each
casual
touch
is
like
a
sweet
,
electric
shock
against
my
skin
.
He
fastens
the
end
with
a
hair
tie
,
then
gently
tugs
the
braid
so
that
I
’
m
forced
to
step
back
flush
against
him
.
He
pulls
again
to
the
side
so
that
I
angle
my
head
,
giving
him
easier
access
to
my
neck
.
Leaning
down
,
he
nuzzles
my
neck
,
tracing
his
teeth
and
tongue
from
the
base
of
my
ear
to
my
shoulder
.
He
hums
softly
as
he
does
,
and
the
sound
resonates
through
me
.
Right
down
…
right
down
there
,
inside
me
.
Unbidden
,
I
groan
quietly
.
“
Hush
now
,
”
he
breathes
against
my
skin
.
He
holds
up
his
hands
in
front
of
me
,
his
arms
touching
mine
.
In
his
right
hand
is
a
flogger
.
I
remember
the
name
from
my
first
introduction
to
this
room
.
