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sudden and vivid detail now. Kissing, bodies molded together, fervent hands, and throwing him across the hood of the Masserati then a satisfying, sweaty, wild fuck while I... I held him down. Oh God. I shivered at the garbled vision of rape in my head.
    “Are you... are you okay?” I asked hesitantly, actually horrified and very much afraid of what I had done.
    “You mean other than the black eye?” He chuckled.
    “Freddie, I’m serious. What did I do to you last night?” I swallowed down the bile trying to rise. He stared at me, realizing I was in fact serious.
    His lips quirked and he rubbed his jaw. “Trey, do you really think you could do anything to me I didn’t want done?”
    I opened my mouth then closed it. He had a point. He could toss me across the room if he wanted to, and my doing anything to him without his consent was much less likely.
    “You like to be forced?” The idea was outrageous to me, but then Freddie probably didn’t have my background.
    “No, I like to be controlled. And you do that in a very satisfying way,” he said softly, eyeing me fondly before he shifted uncomfortably and turned towards the fire.
    I groaned as more of last nights debacle crawled into the light. My hands began to itch for my brush as the memories crept forward. I could feel my body tensing. None of it was good. Fucking on the couch, in the shower, a nasty studded flogger and more rough play in his bed before we passed out in that very bed. I began to shake, and tried to cage the beast, but it was too late. The sedative must be wearing off.
    “What pills did he prescribe?” I asked, bringing my knees up and hugging my arms around them.
    Freddie stood up. “I don’t know.” He rattled the bottle. “Lithane.”
    I shook my head swiftly. “Do you have any alcohol?” Lithium and I did not have a good relationship. Once she got herself into my system she liked to torment me with macabre hallucinations.
    “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” he said.
    “Do you want to see me freak out in an all new way?” I asked, turning my head to him.
    “I suppose not.” He opened a cabinet over the stove exposing a small liquor stash. “Once was enough. What do you want?”
    “Vodka or whiskey works. At least a double.” I curled up and clutched my stomach in an attempt to stop it from rollicking about. I could do this. I’d managed once before in public.
    He handed me a tumbler half-full of gold liquid. I sat up long enough to toss it back. “Thanks. I think it’s time for me to leave. I can call a cab.”
    “I’ll drive you back to the club, but I think you should eat something first. I’ll make you a sandwich while you change. Pastrami okay?”
    The thought of climbing back in my clothes after last night made me blanch.
    “Yeah, one of my favorites. I think I need more alcohol though.” I rose off the couch and swayed.
    Freddie gripped my arm as he took the glass from my hand. “I don’t think so.”
    “It’s not the alcohol, it’s the sedative,” I snapped without meaning to. “Sorry, but you won’t want me here when everything wears off.” I looked around for my clothes and spotted them neatly folded on an oval occasional table near the stone fireplace. My smokes, cash, and the Temptations card sat on top of the pile.
    “They’re clean. Dr. Soberg said it might be a good idea to wash them, since we didn’t know what set you off,” Freddie informed me quickly. He must have caught my apprehension.
    Dr. Soberg was a smart man. “Thank you.”
    He gestured towards the hall. I retrieved my clothes and headed to what I assumed was a bathroom.
    I smiled as I flipped on the light in his guest bath. The warm wood and white room was pristine. Well, save for the long legged spider near the skylight.
    As I sat on the toilet I noticed the scrapes down my shins and across my knees. I twisted my stinging arms around seeing they were banged up too. A large Band aid covered my right elbow. He had taken