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I’d raged twice in the last thirty minutes alone. I could barely move and my exhaustion was pure joy.
    “You’re beautiful,” Sean whispered against my birthmark before falling onto his side beside me. I didn’t answer because I really believed it sometimes when he said that and I didn’t want to spoil the rush of pleasure squeezing my heart with a dose of disbelief. He propped his face on one hand and with the other he stroked the sweat-slick skin from my shoulders to the sway at the small of my back. “And you’re glowing. You really liked that.”
    “Oh yes, mmm.” I purred and squeezed my thighs, causing a final shiver to pass through me. “Let’s add that to the box.”
    The box. We it hid under my bed where his brother wouldn’t accidentally discover it at his place and my roommate was never home enough to notice it. Sean had found it at an antique store and it was large and heavy with fairy tale engravings along the top and sides. Three bears danced with a girl, a dragon climbed across the lid with mermaids, monsters, and beanstalks. The Cheshire Cat and the Mad Hatter perched atop two metal corner brackets at the front of the lid. A line of wicked witches danced naked around a raging fire.
    We’d both fallen in love with it and because we couldn’t decide which of us saw it first, decided it would be our first purchase together.
    We filled the box with all the pieces of our secret pleasures we chose to keep. A weathered black belt he’d worn since he was in high school. A thick, heavy flogger we’d found at a specialty store. Music that turned us both on. Dried flower petals from a particularly romantic scene we’d played early on. Rope. Letters we’d exchanged detailing our fantasies and fears. A flash drive of very private pictures. A camera. A thick spool of burgundy ribbon. A gag and three different blindfolds.
    Now we could add the narrow, thin vibrator we could start exploring anal play with, something we were both scared and excited to try out. Anything that either of us did not enjoy never made it into the box.
    He growled playfully and nipped my shoulder. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
    I smiled and closed my eyes, enjoyed the sensation of his eyes on my body.
    “I could watch you all night long like this. You’re shaped like a violin. Classically beautiful.” He traced my shoulder, down to my waist and back over my hips and ass. I laughed softly, felt a blush flushing my skin.
    “A cello, maybe.”
    Sean said nothing and moved in close to my body. He laid his head against my back and curled his arm around my waist. We drifted in and out of sleep like that for hours, missing our first classes, forgetting about the rest of the world.
     
    A young couple shared my subway car, but otherwise we were alone. She sat in his lap, tiny hips fitting snuggly into his arms. She rested her head against his body and he stroked her hair while she slept. They looked like they’d been out all night long, city dirt clinging to their wet pants. She trusted him utterly and he would protect her from the dark city with his whole being.
    I watched them until the train pulled into my stop and not once did they release each other or notice me.
    Jealousy clouded my heart. I’d never had that. Not just that I wouldn’t fit on anyone’s lap, but that openness, that shameless affection. Sean and I…no one knew about us. Eventually I confessed our relationship to my best friend Maris, but only after it was over. It wasn’t that we lied, but we were too busy dealing with the nature of our sexual relationship, our exploration of his dominant side, my submissive needs, and all the complications and rules we had to figure out along the way. We couldn’t explain that to anyone. We didn’t even know what to call it ourselves.
    And…I suspected like Marcus, he’d have to face the obvious question of why anyone as beautiful as him would be with someone like me. Me in my oversized clothes hiding my large