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sin.
    It’s sinful how handsome a man he is. It’s a sin that I can’t fuck him now at this table. It is a sin that I can’t have what I want and desire, now.
    I’m still thinking about how he appeared to be turned off by realizing that I was Wayne’s sister and he saw me when I was sixteen.
    I want to shout, I’m no longer that little girl. I’m a woman now. Take me and make me yours. He glances up at me. Did you do something with your hair?”
    “No. I still have black hair.” He looks at me smiles and shakes his head.
    “If I were into little girls...”
    “You didn’t talk like you were speaking to a little girl last night.”
    “I was drunk,” he says smiling.
    “Tell that to Maggie, and I’m not a little girl. I’m a woman.” My eyes are fixed on him.
    “As I was saying, if I was into a little girl who think she’s a woman, I would take her over my knee...”
    “Bring me into that room of yours behind your suits...” He looks up at me, one eyebrow raised, and his mouth takes a hard line.
    “What do you know about my room?”
    “I stayed long enough in there to see what you were hiding.”
    “I wasn’t hiding anything. Now I know I should spank that beautiful brown ass of yours and don’t tell me a word. I saw how pretty and inviting it is. That’s why I want to spank it but I won’t. You aren’t mine.”
    “I can never be yours if that’s how you think. Does Maggie know about your room?”
    “Maggie is the one who suggested it.”
    “So that’s how she holds you,” I say to him, and because he doesn’t deny or affirm what I say, I know it’s the truth.
    His eyes narrow and he stands looking down at me. He’s angry. Good. I want him and he acts as if it’s unrealistic when it comes to having a relationship with me. I’m wondering what he is thinking. He walks hurriedly over to me and takes the glass out of my hand, puts it down, and takes my hands and pulls me up from the table. His eyes are like steel. Hot blue steel.
    “What are you doing? You are manhandling me.” I’m laughing inside. I want him to do this. I’ve goaded him and waited for his armor to crack.
    “What I should have done when I found you naked in my closet.” He takes me into his room. I’m not kicking and biting his wrists anymore. He leads me to the hidden door and opens it and switches on the light. “Look around, is this what you want?”
    “I want you,” I say innocently. I look up and around. “This is not you.”
    “How do you know who I am?” He says to me his eyes burning through me.
    “I promised you that I would paddle your ass and you are going to get it.” He’s untying and pulling down my lounge pants, after he sits on a large bench. I’m standing looking down at his silky dark hair as if I’m a deer in headlights. I run my hand through his hair and he lays his head on my mound and holds me around my waist for a moment. His breathing is rushed and intense.
    Edward’s hands are warm on my butt as he continues to ease down my pink panties, and when they hit my ankles, I step out of them. I have nothing on my ass but his warm hands. I raise my cotton top over my head. He’s kissing my stomach as his breathing accelerates and his head is moving back and forward. Edward’s hand his smoothing my mound and then he picks me up and places me on a table.
    “Are you going to make love to me here on this table? Why not your room?” He doesn’t answer.
    He ties my hands to the table and my legs. I’m naked and Edward is standing before me with clothes on, and I think he’s going to take me but he says, “I never have sex in my bed.” His eyes are deep. “This is where I fuck. This is the only place I’m able to perform what satisfies me.”
    I look around for the first time, and I see for the first time, elaborate chains hanging from the ceiling and riding crops and ropes. Maybe he can change. Maybe I can change him. I make the mistake that many women make; thinking I can change a