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Raven looped the golden silk around her
wrist, pulling it back as he wound the sash behind the post. He
used the end to bind her other wrist.
    Raven pulled the sash tighter and asked, "Is
this uncomfortable?"
    "No." Oh yes, it was. Marielle glanced down
at her breasts, now thrust out in a very wanton fashion, with the
hard peaks of her nipples showing plainly through the blue silk.
"But like this I won't be able to look at a script."
    "Melanie has no lines in this scene. She's
gagged." He came around and surveyed her from head to toe and back
again, his eyes lingering on her breasts. "All she does is respond
with small sounds and movements." He leaned closer and dropped his
voice to a murmur. "Can you do that?"
    Out of the corner of her eye Marielle saw an
electrician and a rigger walk in the library with a cluster of
lighting tracks. Neither man stared but both gave furtive glances.
"Maybe you should gag me," she muttered, "so I'm not tempted to
scream."
    Raven pulled a black bandana out of his back
pocket. "Open your mouth." He placed the middle of the fabric
between her lips and tied the ends behind her head. He stepped back
to inspect her. "Beautifully helpless. Are you ready?"
    Marielle nodded.
    "You knew the rules when you came to me,
Melanie." Raven pulled off his t-shirt, baring his muscular chest.
He stepped closer, placing his hands on her waist. "But I will
remind you of them."
    More crew members carrying equipment entered
the library. A few paused to look at Marielle or listen to Raven as
he recited his lines before they went to work. Vanessa didn't make
an appearance but one of the camera men brought in a tripod with a
camera and set it up in the corner, adjusting the lens so that it
focused on the center of the room before he turned it on.
    Vanessa is so jealous she's watching us
herself from video village. Marielle felt a pang of pity. But how
could she think she might ever have a chance with him? How could
any woman?
    He grabbed her and turned her face. "Look at
me." Raven's copper-colored eyes seemed to be glowing, thanks to
the overhead spotlights someone had switched on. "Don't pay any
attention to Vanessa's brand of torture," he murmured. Then, in a
louder, stern tone, "No one exists for you but me, my darling."
    Marielle nodded but flinched as she felt him
nudging her knees with his. When she parted them he pressed his
thigh in, using it to spread her legs. When she glanced over his
shoulder, she saw most of the crew was now ignoring their work to
watch them. She shifted her gaze to Raven's face. His expression
had darkened.
    "There is no one else for you but me,
darling," he said. "Your body knows it but your heart resists. So
we will use your body to teach this lesson."
    He disappeared behind the post. Marielle felt
him untie her wrists. Before she could lower her arms he came
around to stand in front of her. He spun her around so that she
faced the post and tied her hands higher, this time running the
sash through the handcuffs.
    "Let us begin with what you understand best,"
he said and moved away from her.
    Marielle turned her head to see what he was
doing. When she saw him coming back to the post with a riding crop,
she frowned. He can't really use that on me. She tried to shriek as
he grabbed the back of her dress and ripped it open to the waist.
Even muffled by the gag the cry seemed horribly loud, especially
when she realized no one else in the room was making a sound.
    "This is called a keeper," he said, showing
her the thin, square-shaped leather tress at the end of the crop.
"It inflicts pain without leaving any marks." He stepped back and
stroked the keeper down the length of her spine. "Like you."
    Marielle heard murmuring from the crew and
leaned against the post, closing her eyes as she braced herself for
the first blow. But instead of striking her with the crop, Raven
flicked it against the small of her back, almost tickling her.
    "Do you have any idea what I can do to you
with this