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against the wall, over and over and over , until with what seemed like it must have been a tremendously loud CRASH!! her mirror itself fell to the floor, behind the head of the bed.
    Marissa could hear the glass shattering, and imagined the bottom edge of the metal frame bending, warping out of shape… twisting in response to someone else's desire that it be twisted, like she was twisting; she was drenched in sweat, and gasping from the agony of exertion held out over time…too much time, wonderfully too much time, a trial and a test in the name of someone who deserved to have her love for them proven again, and again, and again. And, so it would be; night after night of pleasure, performed in the name of one who might not even remember that she existed…
    He's worth it. So it seemed to her, even as she was slowly able to pull herself up to her knees, gasping with the effort, sore from her head to her dainty little toes and entirely, almost impossibly happy with the feeling of it. As she felt the way her body responded to each little movement with resentment, wanting her to lie still—wanting more of that soul-bending pleasure she'd imparted upon herself with his apparently unknowing assistance, there was a certain pang of loneliness…the sense of something missing, which might have been provided had her encounter been complete with her neighbor's presence. The thought of his lips actually touching her skin…his crop whipping her across the ass as she bleated like an animal and begged him for mercy; it was enough to set her on fire, but it seemed—if anything—an even more remote possibility than it had previously.
    It's like I've fallen into a dream, a beautiful dream, one I can have while waking…but a dream is all that it is—and if you reach for imaginary stars, how much closer are you really coming to the real thing? It was one of the more profound thoughts she'd had recently…not to paint Mar as being simple. She'd simply always known what she wanted, before—and had never been afraid of reaching out to grasp at it and pull it in.
    Perhaps that was the reason behind why, as the girl rose to her knees on her bed, moaning softly with the strain of it, she decided to lean forward and press her eye to the hole in her wall, the mirror that had covered it now lying as it did upon the floor below her…shattered, by the scintillating impression of the scattered glass shards, into dozens of little pieces.
    As Mar looked into the hole, she saw immediately the clear, bright blue iris of an eye looking back at her.
    She pulled away again, much as she had done before. Then she paused, set herself, and looked back. There would be no more wondering, no more maybe he didn't see me.
    The eye was still there…He seemed to be waiting for her. And as she looked back into the hole, her own warm gaze wide, curious, and vulnerable, it winked. She pulled her head back from the hole again, feeling her chest rise and fall and heave with wonder and dread as his deep, sensual, and so utterly masculine voice drifted through the hole, only to echo through the room as though he were somehow in there with her…
    Perhaps…standing, right behind her…
    “Somebody's been a bad, bad girl,” he said, and there was no judgment in his tone…only a simple statement of the facts.
    Marissa wanted to turn, to look behind her, to see him there…to will him into existence behind her bare, naked flesh, ready to take her and use her all over again, now that she was spent and sore and aching…but her heart pounded in her chest, and for a few more precious moments, she was actually afraid to look.

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