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I glance out of the corner of , and there is concern on his face

"He’s talented," I say,into a conjured srees "Everything about it is exactly what I want" There’s a familiar heat in his voice, and I understand both his spoken words and what remains unsaid

I smile, and this time it doesn’t feel plastic

Daht in his eyes

"What?" I deain at the painting "It will be a et any work done in this room" He nods toward the stone wall above the fireplace where the painting is to hang "And I damn sure shouldn’t entertain in here"

"Oh?" He has a cocktail party scheduled for this very room in only two days

Damien chuckles "I find that it’s a social faux pas to host a party with a permanent hard-on"

"Well, then, perhaps you should have planned to hang the painting in the bedrooe in "

"And you do," I say, ht when I turn into a puht," he repeats, and I wonder at the harshness I hear in his voice After all, it’s not as if I will truly turn into a pu away--to be honest, I don’t ever want to go away All that will change is that there will be no more rules--no more "sir," no more orders, no more safe-words There will be panties and bras and jeans if I want them And, yes, there will be a million dollars

But above all else, there will still be Da, then give my bound hands a little shake "Untie me"

He stands for a moment, his eyes on ames My pulse pounds in my throat, and my nipples are erect My hands, tied behind me, pull my shoulders back and lift raze my teeth over aaaze drift down over my body My breath is shallow, and small beads of sweat form at the nape of hs, the quivering need, and it takes all offor him to please, please fuck ht in for the portrait There, I want to scream Just take me there