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"Now stay there"

"Stay here?" she called out as he left the rooo?"

Søren didn’t answer

"I hate you!" she called out even louder This time he answered

"One hundred twenty-seven," he called back

As soon as Søren left the rooet out of these daive herself the orgasm he’d denied her Her whole body still pulsed with need Maybe if she twisted her hands, turned this way, dislocated her shoulder and twisted her body around …

"Good, you’re still here" Søren ca a book in his hand

"I wonder why" She pulled her knees to her chest and fumed "You are the most evil man on earth"

"I am, yes Would you like to hear your bedtime story now?"

"I would like to punch you in the face"

"It’s Lewis Carroll I found this in an antique bookstore in Roh the Looking-Glass I kno partial you are to the Jabberwocky"

"You are the Jabberwocky, youbook Get comfortable I’ll read"

"And I’ll murder you in my mind"

Eleanor entertained a few dozen violent fantasies of retribution on Søren He’d spanked her, aroused her, denied her an orgasm and then tied her to the bed so she couldn’t touch herself And now he blithely ignored her fury as he flipped open the pages of the book and began to read

"‘One thing was certain,’" he began, "‘that the WHITE kitten had had nothing to do with it--it was the black kitten’s fault entirely’"

Trapped, Eleanor could do nothing but lie there and listen as Søren read the story to her Soon she’d lost herself in the story, in thealot about the ropes on her wrists and the need in her stoot she’d planned to kill Søren with a pickax the second he untied her

He read to her until Eleanor yawned and her eyelids fluttered She wanted to stay awake and keep listening but she fought a losing battle against her need to sleep Søren closed the book and sat it on the bedside table

"Are you asleep, Little One?" Søren asked

She felt hiently chafed her wrists

"Alathered her in his arainst his chest