CELESTEHe reached inside and flipped a switch. Soft amber light filled the room.It was his bedroom.The space was large but intimate—dark wood, a fireplace, a bed that seemed to take up half the room. The sheets were black, the pillows piled high. The windows faced the garden, moonlight spilling through the glass.He led me to the bed and stopped beside it, turning to face me."One more time," he said. "If you want to stop, tell me. I will stop. Do you understand?"I nodded."Say words, Little Doe.""I understand," I said.He nodded once, then his hands came up to the collar of my blouse. He unbuttoned it slowly, one button at a time, his knuckles brushing against my skin with each movement. The fabric fell away, and he pushed it off my shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.My bra was next. He reached behind me, his fingers finding the clasp, and undid it with a single motion. The straps slid down my arms, and then I was bare from the waist up, standing in front of him with nothi
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