It was my job. How could being tied up make you feel safe? How could letting someone hurt you, even a little, make you feel good? I didn't get it. The locket had once belonged to Julianna, and was more than three hundred years old. So much for extra clothes.
He kissed me, and this time I was able to kiss him back, but the beast didn't rise. He was holding his knees tight to his chest, his face resting on them, so that he could hide his eyes. His voice had an edge of impatience. How do you think I feel? I'm on the bottom, I said.
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