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“It’s on the end,” she said, chipper, sliding her keycard into the reader and pushing the door open

The room was, as she’d said, co views of the lake and e bed, framed in wooden poles that looked hand-carved

Mostabout all the activity that could be accomplished in a bed that size He, in fact, started to

Do as you’re told, boy You’re not here for you You’re here for me For my pleasure I own you

That was the real Claudia Not the wo man with no place to sleep The wo hi him just how dirty he was

No matter how much he tried to convince himself that none of it mattered, it did It did

Because there was no freedo cold, no matter howthe feeling that your body belonged to so it had been since you sold it

The fact remained, he had sold it And sootten it back

“Nice,” she said, “and, only the one bed, as advertised” Her cheeks turned pink and he wondered if it was all down to embarrassment, or if she desired him?

If she desired hi would be easier So enuine

And he would kno to use that desire To hter He was trained, after all, to give a woman exactly what she wanted

He rebelled at the idea, though He had already played with her once, at the charity event he had used her eainst her, to h she loathed him

He knew for a fact that with the right thoughts in mind, it was possible to be turned on even when you hated everything happening to your body That it was possible to find a place deep enough that you controlled everything with your mind