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My eyes fluttered open at his fingertips brushing against my forehead.
Palms only; not the riding crop or flogger he'd also said he liked on the list. And my hands or arms needed to be restrained in some way.
The next morning, I found cans of chicken noodle soup and clear juice stocked in the kitchen; tissues and pain relievers in the bathroom; and bedding folded on the ottoman.
Before I could even ask about the pie I always made, she mentioned that as she had cut back on sweets, she hoped I wasn't too upset if we just skipped dessert altogether.
But when I could only use my concentration.
Instead, he continually encouraged me. Reminded me that he would be there for me.
"Oh, God, Holly. Mmm.
Then he was traveling back to the middle and upwards again through the valley. I whimpered all the way only to gasp when his fingers turned outward and briefly brushed the insides of my breasts.