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touch moved she felt cold, a comfortable numbness taking over her body that let her be the fantasy he wanted her to be.
    “I believe you.” Her voice sounded sultry, but it was like it was coming from someone else’s mouth.
    Smile, Tara .
    “What do you think of him selling you?” Sebastian pushed his hand into the loose curls of her hair and pulled it sharply, but she managed to turn the hiss of pain into a breathy laugh, turning her head towards his hand to place a kiss on his wrist and ease his grip.
    He must be angry about Gianni’s decision.
    Sebastien held her hair tight as she searched for the answer he wanted, the right answer. The one that would make him happy.
    “I’d rather stay here.” She pouted and lifted her eyes back to his. Eye contact was important when you wanted to look like you were telling the truth, averting your eyes was a sign of a lie. Too much eye contact gave away a lie too. Either way, it wasn’t really a lie. Leaving meant going into the unknown and this master, Gianni, had rarely been violent, and had lavished her with gifts and comforts. Not something she’d voluntarily leave, no matter how much he treated her like a shiny object.
    Sebastien’s grip on her hair loosened, and his eyes softened as he leaned down to kiss her neck. “I wish you could stay too.” Her skin felt so cold that she wanted to shiver, but she fought the urge. Everywhere he touched she mentally pulled away until her mind was nothing more than a pale fog, filling her body up, carefully suspended so it never touched the surface. “Maybe I can get a job with your new master? And we can be together?”
    “That would be wonderful.” The words come out of her mouth on reflex, but her mind wasn’t fully conscious of the decision to say them. She was somewhere outside of herself as his hands slid that jewel-colored blue top out of the way, and her body went on autopilot. With the ease of centuries of practice she slipped away, and even though the iPod wasn’t on she let herself be distracted by music. Plucking notes from the ether and assigning them to instruments as she built a cacophony in her head to drown out every physical sensation that tried to filter through.
    His mouth, warm and wet on her breasts. His hands searching her skin for some secret he believed in. Soft sounds slipping from her lips, her hands reaching for him like she was supposed to. The weight of her own body as she slid to her knees to cup his balls and take him into her mouth, pleading mentally that this would be enough. That this pleasure would be all he wanted.
    It wasn’t .
    Sebastien wanted to taste her as well, and he was fumbling, average in his skill, but the steady, lilting thrum of pleasure of his tongue still wound its way into the music in her head. Then he was on top of her, kissing her so she could taste the tang of herself on his tongue. Another moment, another bar of music in her head, and he thrust deep. Crescendo . Tense strings, belting high notes like mezzo sopranos, and then the crash as she cried out, wrapping her empty arms around him to pull him to her like a real girl would. Pressing blank kisses to his cheeks as his groans echoed his own release as he came inside her.
    The weight of his body pressed her down, and the music slowed – mellow and dark. She could imagine the conductor’s hands subtly twitching to keep the plucking bass notes lingering. The audience waiting for what was next – but Tara had no answers for her imaginary audience, because she couldn’t even answer herself.
    “Tara?” Sebastien’s voice was soft.
    Too numb. Too numb to respond .
    She turned the music down in her head, and Tara realized with a bit of internal pride that she’d maintained the smile. That was good, it had taken centuries to be capable of that, but then why did Sebastien’s brown eyes look pained?
    “Hmm?” She tilted her head to the side to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling his boots on and tying them