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.. on the
table, fresh, so fresh you could see the dew drops on it, was a crimson
rosebud. 's breath caught as stopped short at this. Approached the
flowerbud warily, so warily. Gently picked it up, sniffed. It had a
smell even. This was a flower grown in a garden, not bought at a
florist. It was so beautiful. considered where to wear it ... then
knew where. Carefully, between 's breasts, slid the flower into a
small socket that might have been made for this. DAMN TRICKY MONSTER
thought unsurprised. He thought of everything.
And then was weeping. And flung herself at the table and covered it
with kisses, everywhere his hand must have touched, to pick up the film
to place the flower. Finally subsided on the floor, leaning against
a chair.
did not know where this was going. did not know who 's master
was. did not know if would even be his only lover. But was
his. That was not to be denied. Whatever he asked 's to do, would.
was his possession, his adoring slave ...
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