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Chapter 26
Heliftsthehemofmybathrobe,andforsomereason,thisfeelsmoreintimatethanbeingnaked.Hegentlycaressesmybehind,runninghiswarmhandalloverbothcheeksanddowntothetopsofmythighs.
“Iamdoingthissothatyouremembernottorunfromme,andasexcitingasitis,Ineverwantyoutorunfromme,”hewhispers.
Andtheironyisnotlostonme.Iwasrunningtoavoidthis.Ifhe’dopenedhisarms,I’druntohim,notawayfromhim.
“Andyourolledyoureyesatme.YouknowhowIfeelaboutthat.”Suddenly,it’sgone—thatnervousedgyfearinhisvoice.He’sbackfromwhereverhe’sbeen.Ihearitinhistone,inthewayheplaceshisfingersonmyback,holdingme—andtheatmosphereintheroomchanges.
Iclosemyeyes,bracingmyselffortheblow.Itcomeshard,snappingacrossmybackside,andthebiteofthebeltiseverythingIfeared.Icryoutinvoluntarilyandtakeahugegulpofair.
“Count,Anastasia!”hecommands.
“One!”Ishoutathim,anditsoundslikeanexpletive.
Hehitsmeagain,andthepainpulsesandechoesalongthelineofthebelt.Holyshit…thatsmarts.
“Two!”Iscream.Itfeelssogoodtoscream.
Hisbreathingisraggedandharsh,whereasmineisalmostnonexistentasIdesperatelyscrabblearoundmypsychelookingforsomeinternalstrength.Thebeltcutsintomyfleshagain.
“Three!”Tearsspringunwelcomeintomyeyes.Jeez—thisisharderthanIthought—somuchharderthanthespanking.He’snotholdinganythingback.
“Four!”Iyellasthebeltbitesmeagain,andnowthetearsarestreamingdownmyface.