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.She wasn’t planning on it anymore.The flare of heat; the pleasurable, guilty clench: it was all gone.At one time, Sylvester had starred in her fevered fantasies.But now Sylvester was a rapist, a real one.It killed it for her.She put her hand over her mouth, feeling loss like vomit rising in her.Mage edged from her, obviously ill at ease in the crowded room.He looked back at Nora.“Are you not feeling well, either?”“I’m fine.Thanks.”He was already leaving.She felt abandoned, though she hadn’t craved Mage’s company.Maybe the connection she’d felt to these people was all in her mind.Maybe it was a sign: her rape fantasy should stay locked in her head, where it couldn’t make anyone judge her or hurt her.She watched as Sylvester hung up, rushed to Kiana’s side, and spoke urgently to her.Her response made him speak in clipped tones Nora could barely hear from her distant position near the sliding glass door.Little Peter slapped his own head.The young man ran from the room.When he returned, he carried a syringe.“She’s diabetic.”Nora jumped.Ryan stood so near she could smell his familiar spicy deodorant.“Don’t sneak up on me!”He held his hands up, a warding-off gesture.“Sorry.”“No, I’m sorry.” Nora reached out, touched his arm.“I’m a bit jumpy right now.” Ryan’s words sunk in.“Really? Kiana’s diabetic.Huh.So her injection should set her right again.That’s good.”“Are you okay?”The warmth of his body and the caring in his tone weakened her.She swallowed with difficulty and found her voice.“I don’t know.”“That must’ve been hard on you, finding out Sylvester’s a real rapist.Or does that make you want him even more?”Her nerves tensed.She closed her eyes.Opened them.“You don’t understand.You never did.”“But I do.” He spoke with a quiet, but desperate, firmness.“This was a wild vacation.For both of us.But it’s time to leave fantasyland behind and go back to real life.”His repeating the thoughts she’d had in her head moments before shook her.She whispered, “Maybe you’re right.” She felt a strange numbed comfort at the idea.Go back to her predictable routine.Go back and accept the promotion that would give her such a large paycheck and long hours.Go back to Ryan.Which reminded her.“My ‘real life’ comes with a job you don’t like.My long hours.” She felt tired just thinking about it.“None of that matters now.Only that we’re together, and away from this place.”She looked at him, surprised by his bitterness.“I thought you were kind of enjoying yourself.”“Enjoying being beat on, treated like a dog, locked in cages?” His face suffused with color.Ah.He liked it but couldn’t admit it.“There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”“I said I didn’t like it!”White glided up to them both.“Is this creature annoying you?” She said it kindly, with a smile, but her slender black fingers snaked to Ryan’s ear, twisted just enough to make him yelp.His eyes widened and his breath came faster.Ryan didn’t move away or strike White’s hands from him.White looked at Nora.“You don’t have to talk to him, if you don’t want.He’s technically still a slave for the rest of the day.In fact, you haven’t really punished him yourself yet, have you?” White shook his head by his ear, making him grimace.“Would you like to?”Ryan’s face reflected distress deeper than physical discomfort.The flushed skin of his face dampened with new sweat.“Nora, don’t.”Black joined White.“The doggie said don’t.” She reached for Ryan’s other ear.She twisted harder than White had.“Bad doggie.Down.”Ryan sank to his knees, staring daggers at Black.Nora knew she should look away, leave Ryan to the women’s untender mercies.But as she looked at her former fiancé on his knees, she had a strange sense that she didn’t know who he was.She could barely remember what it felt like to be in a relationship with him.An erection tented his pants.Ryan was past tense, she realized
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