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hand to her breast, cupped it gently,
brushing her nipple with his thumb. “Good girl. Go on up.”
    Because he was clearly waiting for her to do so, she headed
for the stairs, feeling ridiculous when she realized he hadn’t even kept watching
her once she started moving. He’d gone back into the kitchen, leaving her to
follow orders. Go upstairs and wait to be fucked. What did he think she was, a
hooker?
    No, not that. She didn’t feel like that. Curiously, she
didn’t even feel particularly degraded or objectified, though she knew every
women’s studies professor she’d ever had would probably tell her she should.
That it simply was degrading and objectifying, whether she agreed with
that assessment or not.
    Eh. Whatever. Screw them . They aren’t here .

Chapter Five
     
    Tess had showered that morning in Jake’s guest bathroom,
downstairs in his lavishly finished basement, so she hadn’t seen the master
bedroom. She half-expected to see a dungeon scene when she entered Jake’s room.
Instead she walked into an airy space with large windows that let in plenty of
afternoon sunlight. The bed was a big, modern four-poster with
industrial-looking metal canopy rails but no canopy. Jake had left the covers
in disarray, which made Tess smile. He obviously hadn’t been expecting company.
    The nefarious cabinet was also there, looking like an
innocent piece of storage furniture against one wall, only the hasp and padlock
giving it away. Not wanting to dwell too much on that, she moved along to the
open bathroom door.
    Jake had mentioned he was working his way up with the
restoration, and he hadn’t reached the top floor yet. His bathroom was so-so,
not decrepit but not as sleek as the kitchen or basement. It sported its
original claw-foot tub, small white hexagonal tiles on the floor, uninspired
pale-yellow paint on the walls. But it was clean and fairly tidy.
Unobjectionable. It smelled of Jake’s aftershave.
    Tess shivered when she returned to the bedroom. From cold,
maybe, although the upstairs seemed warmer than the downstairs had and the
heater was clearly already working. Maybe it was anticipation, she wasn’t sure.
The idea of kneeling at the foot of the bed fired her up, and it bugged her
that she couldn’t figure out why. Why she was so turned-on in general by this
weird dynamic. But she was, and if she was going to give in and admit that to
herself, try exploring it instead of denying it, she supposed she should give
it her all. Half measures had never been her thing.
    There was a thick rug under the bed that extended enough to
cover the hardwood floor for a few feet all around. Tess picked a spot by the
corner nearest the door, stared down at it for a minute then knelt.
    She could hear a faint murmur from downstairs, then a laugh.
Jake talking to his father, she supposed. Other than that it was silent as the
grave. The room seemed very, very well lit. Tess was okay with her body, but
reasoned that anybody would feel self-conscious in all that daylight. She was
suddenly hyperaware of her posture and its effect on her boobs.
    Sitting up straighter changed the pressure on her knees,
drawing her attention there and making her wonder whether she was doing it
right. Was there a special way to kneel for kinky guys? Recalling how Jake had
gone straight for her pussy, she tried spreading her knees a little. Then a
little more. Showing off the goods.
    Now I look like a big old ho. And what do I do with my
hands?
    Footsteps sounded on the stair. Tess scooted her knees back
in, then out again quickly before she lost her nerve. Eyes down, because she
was too freaked out to meet Jake’s gaze. She slid her fingers under her feet,
feeling subversive for hiding even that much of herself.
    He walked right past her as though she weren’t even there.
Strolled into the bathroom, closed the door. A few seconds later she could hear
him peeing. A flush. Then the water running, splashing into the sink.
    What the fuck ? But his