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tie—sort of. It had dolphins on it. He gagged her with it, tying it gently around her head.
    He climbed back between her legs and looked satisfied with his handiwork.
    He met her eyes and was serious for a moment, just for a moment. “They can’t be trusted to stay, lass. Women always leave, even the good ones, but I’d be willing to take a chance on you if you’d let me.” And then he was teasing again, his eyes hot as he looked at her. “But for right now, you’re not going anywhere, are you?”
    He proceeded to stroke her ankles slowly, his rough fingers tracing them as if he could see invisible tattoos, lines of demarcation that would tell him the map of her. Lille closed her eyes and her teeth on the gag in her mouth. She surrendered herself up to him, to the feel of his hands and his lips.
    â€œDo you like this, lass?” he murmured, placing a kiss on the corner of her left knee, teasing it with the tip of his tongue.
    She did. And she liked it when he stroked her arms from her wrists to her armpits, not tickling, not at all, but using long, sure strokes that reminded her of getting a massage. That’s what he was doing, she realized. He was rubbing her down, relaxing her, rocking her like waves rock a boat, loosening muscles, inhibitions, doubts, fears. He stroked and rocked and kissed, and with each touch Lille felt herself unraveling like a snagged cashmere sweater, until tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. She wanted to give up, turn herself over into this man’s hands and listen to his ridiculous accent and watch him read books and tend bar. She couldn’t do it, though; if she let go, if she trusted, horrible things happened. He would want her to change; he’d want her to stop managing the store, to stop appearing in the videos.
    He didn’t seem to notice her upheaval, his gaze now focused between her legs. He lifted her hips and spread her wide, his thumbs stroking the tendons of her thighs while he admired her.
    â€œSuch a pretty little pussy, so soft and wet.”
    She was wet, drenched actually, her body lifting and vibrating involuntarily, so that when he pressed his mouth to her, she came, jerking and crying out.
    â€œThere’s a good girl,” he chuckled. “Stay with me now. I’m not finished with you.”
    He wasn’t finished, not for a while, but Lille knew she couldn’t give in to what she wanted, which was to stay, to be with Max and go on dates, to be normal. She wasn’t going to be able to do that—she was horrible at it. She’d made herself the Fetish Queen, and she did that well. If that meant she was cursed, then she would have to accept it. And part of her, the part that she normally stamped down to a small pitiful creature in the pit of her stomach, was suddenly very, very sorry for it.
    Lille felt tears sting her eyes, thinking of it; then she realized that she heard someone else in the room. There was a faint, very faint, swishing noise.
    Cracking her eyes open gently, she saw Mary, her face intent as she studied Lille and Max, her tongue between her teeth. She dabbed a brush into some paint and turned to a canvas that she’d set up on a wire-frame easel, her movements swift and sure.
    â€œMary.” Lille sat up quickly, looking around for a sheet. “What are you doing in here?”
    â€œWhat the fuck?” Max shot up beside her.
    â€œLie back down, damn it,” Mary ordered, her gray eyes hot, “both of you.”
    Lille paused, never having heard that tone from her friend before. Max clearly had, though, or at least he didn’t seem surprised. What surprised Lille was that he did just as her friend asked, lying back down the way he’d been.
    â€œMary.” Lille refused to remain there while Mary painted her naked in bed with Max.
    â€œLille.” Mary continued to paint. “Your right arm and leg were thrown over Max.”
    â€œI know that,