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           “Ana,you’resoconfusing.”

           “I’mconfused,too.I’mtryingtoworkthisout.AndyouandIwillknow,onceandforall,ifIcandothis.IfIcanhandlethis,thenmaybeyou—”Mywordsfailme,andhiseyeswidenagain.HeknowsIamreferringtothetouchthing.Foramoment,helookstorn,butthenasteelyresolvesettlesonhisfeatures,andhenarrowshiseyes,gazingatmespeculativelyasifweighingupalternatives.

           Abruptly,heclaspsmyarminafirmgripandturns,leadingmeoutofthegreatroom,upthestairs,andtotheplayroom.Pleasureandpain,rewardandpunishment—hiswordsfromsolongagoechothroughmymind.

           “I’llshowyouhowbaditcanbe,andyoucanmakeyourownmindup.”Hepausesbythedoor.“Areyoureadyforthis?”

           Inod,mymindmadeup,andI’mvaguelylightheaded,faintasallthebloodleavesmyface.

           Heopensthedoorand,stillgraspingmyarm,grabswhatlookslikeabeltfromtherackbesidethedoor,thenleadsmeovertotheredleatherbenchinthefarcorneroftheroom.

           “Bendoverthebench,”hemurmurssoftly.

           Okay.Icandothis.Ibendoverthesmoothsoftleather.He’sleftmybathrobeon.Inaquietpartofmybrain,I’mvaguelysurprisedthathehasn’tmademetakeitoff.Holyfuck,thisisgoingtohurt…Iknow.

           “We’reherebecauseyousaidyes,Anastasia.Andyouranfromme.Iamgoingtohityousixtimes,andyouwillcountwithme.”

           Whythehelldoesn’thejustgetonwithit?Healwaysmakessuchamealofpunishingme.Irollmyeyes,knowingfullwellhecan’tseeme.