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this time.
    “Th…three.”
    Four hurt so badly, I reached out to cover myself. He stopped for a second and leaned over to whisper in my ear, “Cover yourself again and I’ll tie you up and add an additional ten.”
    I crossed my arms and put them under my chest.
    I was sobbing by eleven. Had a hard time catching my breath by fifteen. By eighteen, I’d decided I’d get ten hours of sleep. Every night. Just, please, stop.

    “Quit begging.”
    I’d been talking out loud. Begging. I didn’t care. The strap landed again. I blurted out something that might have been nineteen.
    One more and it’d be over.
    “How many hours of sleep are you to get, Abigail? Answer me.”
    I took a deep breath. Choked on snot. “Ei…ei…eight.”
    One more and it would be over.
    “Twen…ty.”
    The only sound in the room came from me. Sobs and snorts. My body shook. I wasn’t sure I could move off the bench.
    “Clean your face and go to your bedroom,” Nathaniel said. He wasn’t even breathing heavily. “You have sleep to catch up on.”

CHAPTER
ELEVEN

    The face looking back at me from the mirror was red and splotchy.
    Well, Abby , I told my reflection, no more bonding time with Felicia, huh? Or if there were, it would end well before my ten o’clock bedtime.
    I hobbled to the bedroom and lay on my stomach. I certainly hoped Nathaniel wouldn’t want to do any…experimenting…this weekend. Plug or not, I was too sore even to think about it.
    And what if he did? Would I say my safe word? The spanking, okay, I could handle that. I’d messed up. He’d let me know tonight, in no uncertain terms, that rules were rules were rules. But what if he wanted to try anal sex?
    I just didn’t think I could do it—not tonight. Not this weekend. I’d have to use my safe word.
    I decided then and there, that was my limit. You needed to have limits. Had to tell yourself how far you’d go. And that was mine. No anal sex this weekend.
    I thought about leaving Nathaniel.

    And I got sad. Whether it was disappointing Nathaniel, the spanking, the thought of never seeing him again, or all three, I started crying. I pushed my face into the pillow—I didn’t want him to hear. What if he came in?
    As I cried, I heard footsteps echoing in the hallway. I stopped and held myself still. Had he heard? The steps stopped. I saw his feet underneath the door.
    He continued walking.
    I let out a shaky breath and forced myself to go to sleep.
    The dream came back that night. The one with the music. It started out faster this time. Angry. Fierce. Then gradually grew into the same sweet longing of the song I’d heard the previous weekend. Sweetness laced with a hint of sorrow. In my dream, I ran from room to room. Desperate. I would find it this time. I would find out where the music was coming from. I pushed open door after door after door. But, like before, each one opened to another hallway and each hallway ended with a new door.
    The music stopped. I reached another door and shoved it open. Only to see that it led to nothing…

    Another Saturday morning. Another early alarm clock wake-up. As I got ready, I thought about facing Nathaniel. What would he say? How would he act?What did he have planned for the weekend? Would the day see me saying my safe word and leaving?
    I walked gingerly to the kitchen, my body achy all over. No sounds from behind the door of the gym. The kitchen was empty. My eyes swept over the room. There. On the table. A folded note.
    On the outside, in neat script, was my name.
    I opened it.
    I’ll be back for lunch in the dining room at noon.
    I took a deep breath. He wasn’t telling me to pack up and leave. Some part of me had feared he would.
    I fixed a quick breakfast of oatmeal, stirring in a few nuts and diced bananas. I ate standing up, staring at the cabinets that lined two walls of the kitchen. I decided to dig through them after I’d finished eating. It would give me something to do, since I didn’t feel like