Chapter 11


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    My first vani rtionship—who would have thought? Closing my eyes, I imagine the look on Elena’s


    face when I tell her. She’ll have plenty to say, she always has…


    I can tell by the way you’re standing that you have something to tell me.


    I dare a quick peek at Elena as her scarlet lips curl into a smile and she crosses her arms, flogger in


    hand.


    Yes, Ma’am.


    You may speak.


    I have a ce at Harvard.


    Her eyes sh.


    Ma’am, I add quickly, and stare down at my toes.


    I see. She walks around me as I stand naked in her basement. The chill spring air caresses my skin,


    but it’s the anticipation of what’s toe that makes each of my hair follicles stand on end. That, and


    the smell of her expensive perfume. My body begins to respond.


    Sheughs. Control! she snaps, and the flogger bites across my thighs. And I try, really try, to bring my


    body to heel.


    Though perhaps you should be rewarded for good behavior, she purrs. And she hits me again, across


    my chest this time, but soft, more yful. It’s quite the achievement to get into Harvard, my dear, dear


    pet. The flogger flies again, stinging my ass, and my legs quiver in response.


    Hold still, she warns. And I stand straight, waiting for the next blow. So you’ll leave me, she whispers,


    and the flogger strikes my back.


    My eyes spring open and I nce at her in rm.


    No. Never.


    Eyes down, shemands.


    And I stare at my feet as panic overwhelms me.


    You’ll leave me and find some young college girl.


    No. No.


    She grabs my face, her nails biting into my skin.


    You will. Her ice-blue eyes burn into mine, scarlet lips twisted in a snarl.


    Never, Ma’am.


    Sheughs and pushes me away and raises her hand.


    But the blow neveres.


    When I open my eyes, Ana stands before me. She caresses my cheek and smiles. I love you, she


    says.


    I wake, momentarily disoriented, my heart thudding like a xon, and I don’t know if it’s fear or


    excitement. I’m in the back of the Q7 and Ana is curled up asleep in myp.


    Ana.


    She’s mine once more. And for a moment I feel giddy. A stupid grin splits my face and I shake my


    head. Have I ever felt like this? I’m excited for the future. I’m excited to see where our rtionship will


    go. What new things we’ll try. There are so many possibilities.


    I kiss her hair and rest my chin on her head. When I nce out of the window I notice that we’ve


    reached Seattle. Taylor’s eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror.


    “Are we heading to Esc, sir?”


    “No, Miss Steele’s.”


    The corners of his eyes crinkle. “We’ll be there in five minutes,” he says.


    Whoa. We’re nearly home.


    “Thank you, Taylor.” I’ve slept longer than I thought possible in the back of a car. I wonder what time it


    is, but I don’t want to move my arm to check my watch as I’m holding her. I gaze down at my sleeping


    beauty. Her lips are gently parted, her darkshes fanned out, shadowing her face. And I remember


    watching her sleep at The Heathman, that first time. She looked so peaceful then; she looks peaceful


    now. I’m reluctant to disturb her.


    “Wake up, baby.” I kiss her hair. Her eyshes flutter and she opens her eyes. “Hey,” I murmur in


    greeting.


    “Sorry,” she mumbles as she sits up.


    “I could watch you sleep forever, Ana.” No need to apologize.


    “Did I say anything?” She looks worried.


    “No,” I reassure her. “We’re nearly at your ce.”


    “We’re not going to yours?” She sounds surprised.


    “No.”


    She sits up straight and res at me. “Why not?”


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    “Because you have work tomorrow.”


    “Oh.” Her pout says all I need to know about her disappointment. I want tough out loud.


    “Why, did you have something in mind?” I tease her.


    She squirms in myp.


    Ow.


    I still her with my hands.


    “Well, maybe,” she says, looking anywhere but at me and sounding a little shy. I can’t help myugh.


    She’s courageous in so many ways, and yet still so coy in others. And as I watch her, I realize that I’ve


    got to get her to open up about sex. If we’re going to be honest with each other, she has to tell me how


    she feels. Tell me what she needs. I want her to be confident enough to express her desires. All of


    them.


    “Anastasia, I am not going to touch you again, not until you beg me to.”


    “What!” She sounds a little upset.


    “So that you’ll startmunicating with me. Next time we make love, you’re going to have to tell me


    exactly what you want in fine detail.”


    That will give you something to think about, Miss Steele.


    I lift her off myp when Taylor pulls up at the curb beside her apartment. I climb out of the car, walk to


    her door, and open it for her. She looks sleepy and adorable as she struggles out of the car.


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