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“
Touch
it
,
”
he
whispers
,
and
he
sounds
like
the
devil
himself
.
My
body
flames
in
response
.
Tentatively
,
I
reach
out
and
brush
the
long
strands
.
It
has
many
long
fronds
,
all
soft
suede
with
small
beads
at
the
end
.
“
I
will
use
this
.
It
will
not
hurt
,
but
it
will
bring
your
blood
to
the
surface
of
your
skin
and
make
you
very
sensitive
.
”
Oh
,
he
says
it
won
’
t
hurt
.
“
What
are
the
safewords
,
Anastasia
?
”
“
Um
…
‘
yellow
’
and
‘
red
,
’
Sir
,
”
I
whisper
.
“
Good
girl
.
Remember
,
most
of
your
fear
is
in
your
mind
.
”
He
drops
the
flogger
on
the
bed
,
and
his
hands
move
to
my
waist
.
“
You
won
’
t
be
needing
these
,
”
he
murmurs
,
and
hooks
his
fingers
into
my
panties
and
sweeps
them
down
my
legs
.
I
step
unsteadily
out
of
them
,
supporting
myself
on
the
ornate
post
of
the
bed
.
“
Stand
still
,
”
he
orders
,
and
he
kisses
my
behind
and
then
gently
nips
me
twice
,
making
me
tense
.
“
Now
lie
down
.
Face
up
,
”
he
adds
as
he
smacks
me
hard
on
the
behind
,
making
me
jump
.
Hastily
,
I
crawl
onto
the
bed
’
s
hard
,
unyielding
mattress
and
lie
down
,
looking
up
at
him
.
The
satin
of
the
sheet
beneath
me
is
soft
and
cool
against
my
skin
.
His
face
is
impassive
,
except
for
his
eyes
,
which
glow
with
a
barely
leashed
excitement
.
