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For some reason, I didn’t think he’d do something like this. Dylan definitely didn’t. The one time I’d gotten him to go down on me, he’d complained and whined about the taste and the position and the way it had hurt his neck, and I never felt like bringing it up again.

I force myself to focus on the present, on how Hunter’s tongue and fingers are doing their best to drive me to pleasure. It’s surprisingly hard to keep my hands still, and I automatically clench one of them. Pain blossoms through me, but I ignore it.

Hunter pulls away. “Hands loose, Stef. Palms down. Don’t move them.”

I shudder at the order but nod quickly, swallowing hard as I try to relax my hands again. My wrists are starting to ache; the pain medication has long since begun to wear off. But I can’t bring myself to care, not when I feel so good.

“Yes, Master,” I whisper.

He looks at my hands, nods in approval, and goes back to licking and sucking at my clit. He gets two fingers inside me too, rubbing insistently against my inner walls. My pleasure builds and builds.

I almost move my hands again, but I remember his order. I have to keep them loose. I can’t do anything but accept this pleasure.

I tilt my head back, trying not to squeeze my hands tight. At least I have my palms down, and it’s easier not to curl my fingers up that way as I keep them flat. I moan, my eyes flickering closed as I let myself feel.

I can’t believe sex can feel this good, and the pleasure keeps getting more intense. My orgasm races through me, shoving me over the edge with an intensity I’m not sure I’ve ever felt before.

If I have, I certainly don’t remember it.

Hunter looks away with a satisfied expression. “Good girl.” The words make my cheeks flush, and I can’t help but offer him a shy smile. He gets up and tousles my hair. “I think it’s time for a nap.”

I nod in agreement. It takes me a moment to get onto my feet, my legs wobbly, and my smile falters a little. “Where… would you like me to sleep?”

“In my bed so I can keep an eye on you,” Hunter says. “When you wake up, I’ll take a look at your wrists, and it might be time for another round of medication.”

I nod, and for once… I’m happier to curl up with Hunter than I am to get the pain meds.

Huh.

I won’t even mind waking up this time, either.

CHAPTER 21

Stef

“I have to go,” Hunter says, stroking my hair.

My heart plummets into the pit of my stomach. I knew this was coming. He’d told me the night before that he’d have to return to work, but… I hadn’t really thought it would happen. Or maybe I’d just wanted to pretend otherwise.

The idea of being alone all day with just my thoughts terrifies me, and it seems all the more real because it’s going to happen now.

“Are you going to lock me in… in my room?” My voice is pathetically small, but I can’t muster up a brave face for him.

“No.” Hunter cups my cheek and tilts my head up. “I won’t lock you in your room anymore—as long as I can trust you to behave.”

I swallow hard. He hasn’t replaced the mirror, and I know there’s nothing in the bathroom or the bedroom that I could easily use to hurt myself. But the rest of the house…

I look down at my still-bandaged wrists, then back up at him. Right now, I can promise not to do anything because he’s right here, and I’m full from the breakfast he hand-fed me. I’m comfortable and safe and even content.

But once he’s gone? I don’t know what’ll happen.

I don’t know where my thoughts will go.

“I’m scared,” I admit, my voice trembling. “I don’t… I don’t know what to do all day without you.”

Hunter gives me a small smile. “You aren’t without me. You’re doing everything for me.” He strokes my head again, then gently pulls away from me to stand. “I’ve made a list of things for you to do today. They aren’t chores. They’re for your own good.”

A list. It’s a dizzying relief, and I don’t even know why. I guess I’ve gotten used to people telling me what to do when, and the idea of having a schedule for the day is more comforting than off-putting.

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