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into his eyes again as I hesitate.
    "Tell me to go," he says.
    Willfully silent, I rise with a jerky motion and undo my jeans, pushing them down over the curve of my hips. Obedience to dominant men is something I have learned from my husband. Doing things that were expected of me came naturally now. In fact, it is comforting to me to have my decisions taken from me, so to think of it in this way, it feels right. After all, I was taught to obey without question. I slide my panties down and his lips part in a way that shows his pearl white teeth in a feral grin.
    " Well, that is interesting. Ana, did you shave your cunt for your husband even though he’s not fucking you?"
    I clench my jaw, my stubborn streak kicking in, but he jerks me closer by my hips, all traces of amusement gone from his voice as he demands quietly but firmly, "Answer me, girl."
    With quiet admission, I look up at him and state clearly, "No, I did not. I ,” clearing my throat, I finish the hardest admission thus far. “I did it for you."
    It's more than e nough for him. He is grinning. In fact, he looks delighted. He stands up and takes hold of my hand and says, "Come, Ana, it’s time to go to your bedroom."
    "No!" I blurt out, horrified at the thought of him in the bed I have only shared with my husband. I try jerking my arm away, but his fingers tighten around my wrist and he pulls me close, close enough to bring his other hand across my cheek with an unapologetic slap that makes my knees weak. It won’t leave a bruise but it efficiently silenced my protests.
    And it made me wetter.
    I flinch as he raises his hand again, and shrink away from a second blow that never falls. He holds his raised hand where I can see it so terribly close to my face, and holds me in place as he promises low in my ear, "When you're my wife, you’ll never look for another to fuck you. I’ll fuck you so often , so rough , so deeply , everyone will know who you belong to. My marks will stain your skin with ownership."
    His face is so calm it makes me quiver. His eyes show a dark and dangerous emotion. He’s so close I can feel the heat of his even breath on my face. He releases my wrist. "You don't ever tell me no again, Ana. I fucking own you." His tone was lethal. I dare not cross him now. “Say it…” he demands.
    “You…”
    “Fucking say it.”
    “…own me. You fucking own me.” My cunt clenches in anticipation. I know once we are in the bedroom there will be no turning back. He’ll take me like the whore I am and I will love him for it.
    I’m so fucked in the head.
    He waits, and after a very brief moment, I turn from him and lead him up the stairs to the bedroom. When we cross the threshold, I hang back in the doorway and watch as he begin s easing his pants down his hips, gesturing for me to come closer when he sits on the edge of the bed.
    "Come here."
    My steps are tentative, though I want this more than I care to admit. When I reach him, he slides my shirt off shoulders so that I am standing naked at his side. I feel more than naked, if that makes sense. Utterly bare down to my very soul.
    In an attempt to deny my desire, I whisper, "We —we are not going to do this..." I wish I said it with conviction and authority. But in truth, I don’t want it to stop. He knows it.
    "Yes we are," he interrupts lightly, as if it isn't even a question. He is reaching to gently caress the swell of one breast.
    "...unless —unless you make me," I finish haltingly.
    He chuckles in the silence that follows, allowing me to catch my breath and brood on that thought. Then, smiling, "I don't have to make you, Ana. You called me, remember? You asked for this. Need this. You’re starved for it."
    His fingers close in a pinching, painful grip on my nipple, drawing me to him as I wince in pain. “You poor, depraved, girl.” He takes my other breast in hand, palming it, gripping it as he tugs me so I am facing him. I realize he is pulling me down, down to his erect cock. I