yes for green.” I licked my lips, mesmerized as he picked up his shirt and twisted the arms. “Keep going,” he demanded. “Yellow for we need to talk about it, and red for stop.” He nodded. “Good. As long as you remember.” He held up his shirt. “Now, hands.” I didn’t need to be asked twice. This moment had been a threat between us and now it was a hunger more savage than anything else I’d ever experienced. He used his twisted shirt as a tether and wound it around my wrists. In one fluid motion, he drove me backwards, then advanced like a predator to push me against the bed. He was all I could
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