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“Take off your nightgown,” Eric said softly but firmly. He smiled, amused to see the girl jump slightly at his voice. She fidgeted, shifting her weight from hip to hip, trying to find something to keep her hands busy.

“Um…?” she hesitated. The voice was almost lost in the spacious tiled bathroom. Eric moved toward her, as stealthily as he could, wanting to savor the obvious tension that was welling up in the soft body. He really is a sick bastard. The girl gasped and then suddenly inhaled when she felt Eric place a hand on his stomach, gently pushing herself against his broad chest. She was warm, deliciously warm.

“Afraid I’ll hurt you, Kitten?” he whispered in her ear, "because that's not what I want, not even a little bit. I promised not to hurt you and I won't, as long as you keep your promise to do whatever I ask." Her breathing sounded forced and ragged, suddenly he wanted nothing more than to kiss her lower lip, which was now being bitten by his master. But instead, he just st