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“Fifty,” said someone

“I’ve got fifty, and I want seventy-five Do I hear seventy-five? Seventy-five, looking for seventy-five—”

“Two hundred thousand,” said a voice from the left

“Two hundred thousand, do I have three? Three hundred thousand, would you go to three hundred—”

“A ain

Jesus, again?

But the auctioneer just took it in stride “A million Do I have a million and a quarter? A ot afor a million and a quarter”

The rooain, Eh I didn’t knohere he’d gotten it, but he was holding a bundle of red silk rope

My eyes shot to his, but he wasn’t looking at me

“Kneel,” was all he said, a cold order barked in my direction I immediately dropped to the floor In for a penny, in for a pound In spite of horong things were between us, submission required trust, and I trusted him I meant what I said I loved him, and love inherently included trust I could only deh my actions

So I knelt, and when he an looping rope around le peep of protest

Only when he finally had me the way he wanted me, trussed up until I could barely move, on o to stand in front of me and look down at me

I looked up at hiht for a moment, just a moment, before his hands were on the button and zipper of his pants He pulled hie and what had to be al had he been like that? The entire ti me up?

I licked my lips and then looked up at him