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do?   Usually, after we’d had sex, he’d been
soft with me.   Or at least, he’d
never been this withdrawn.
    Noah reached down and picked the paddle
up off the floor, brought it over to the wardrobe in the corner and replaced it
on its hook.
    That was the other thing – he’d had
all these toys in that closet, and he’d hardly used any of them.   We’d come to Force to push the
limits.   And while he’d been rough
with me, rougher than we’d ever been, he hadn’t taken his time with me or
pushed the boundaries of our trust.   It felt like he’d really been using me, but not in the way I wanted, not
in a way that would bring us closer.   For the first time ever, I began to feel a real shame about what we’d
done.
    “Did I…. did I do something wrong?” I
asked softly.
    Noah turned around, his eyes locking on
mine.   “Why would you ask me that?”
    “I don’t know,” I said, twisting my hands
together. “You seem like maybe you’re mad at me.”
    “And why would I be mad at you?”
    “Stop replying to my questions with
questions.”
    His jaw set in anger.   “Then don’t ask me questions you
already know the answer to.”
    I shook my head, confused.   “I’m confused,” I said.   “I thought we came here to explore our
relationship further, so you could push me, so we could get closer and explore.”
    “Is that why you came here, Charlotte?”
he asked.   “Really, is it?” He
spoke at a low volume.   But his
tone was hard, disconnected.
    I didn’t like the way he was speaking to
me, and that, coupled with the weirdness I’d felt after he’d finished fucking
me, caused anxiety to bloom in my chest.
    “Yes,” I said.   “That is why I came here.”
    “You’re lying.”
    “What?”   I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry.
    He crossed the room, picked up our
contract and began to page through it.   “You’re lying,” he said simply.  
    I thought about refuting it.   “What are you talking about?”
    “I’m talking about the fact that you
didn’t want to go to your stepfather’s party tonight, after you told me how
much it meant to you.”
    “I never said that party meant a lot to
me.   You said that.”
    “Please, Charlotte,” he said.   “Semantics.”
    I shook my head.   “I don’t know what you’re talking
about.”
    “I’m talking about the fact that you’re
hiding something from me.”   He
refused to look at me, his eyes scanning the clauses of our contract as he
flipped slowly through the pages.
    “I don’t… if you think I’m hiding
something from you, then why did you bring me here?”   My voice was quivering, and a lump rose in my throat.   So that was why he hadn’t pushed me,
why he hadn’t done any of the thousands of things he could have done.   He thought I didn’t trust him, thought
I had some kind of ulterior motive for coming here.   
    You don’t trust him.   And you do have an ulterior motive.
    Still.   He’d brought me to Force, he’d fucked me, he’d acted like everything was okay.   When the truth was, the whole time he was getting upset with me for not
trusting him, he also didn’t trust me.
    “Why did you bring me here?” I repeated.
I wasn’t going to cry in front of him.   I wasn’t going to let him know how much he was hurting me.
    “Because I wanted to give you a chance,”
he said.   “To prove to me that you
were taking this seriously.”
    “That I was taking this seriously?” I
said, anger flaring in my body.   “What about you?”
    “Me?”   he said, his voice cool and
controlled.
    “Yes.   You keep talking about the whole trust thing, how it’s so
important in a relationship.”
    “It is.”
    “Then why won’t you trust me?”
    “Because you have proven to be
untrustworthy.”
    “No.”   I shook my head, not wiling to let him win this one.   “You haven’t trusted me this whole
time.”
    He stayed silent, his jaw set in a firm
line.   “Be careful, Charlotte,” he
said