Alice wakes, pale and shivering, her naked body exposed in the chilly morning light. She is still curled around his hand, his fingers deep inside her as he sleeps. For several minutes she lies perfectly still, watching dreams dance across his eyelids. His hand twitches slightly and her tiny gasp of pleasure makes him stir. Slowly his eyes open, meeting hers.

‘You’re cold,’ he says. It is not a question.

He gently withdraws the hand that plumbed her depths so thoroughly the night before and she wriggles a little in protest, tensing her inner muscles as though she might trap his fingers there. He smiles indulgently as he draws the duvet up over her legs, leaving her upper body bare.

His warm wet fingers trace a line up her body, between her breasts and along the length of one thin arm, coming to rest where the ropes bind her wrists to the iron bedstead.

‘Can you feel your hands?’

She is tempted to lie and tell him yes so he won’t release her, but she knows he would see through any such dishonesty. Reluctantly, she shakes her head. When he unties the knots she lowers her arms with a hiss of pain as the pins and needles bring her achingly back to the real world. Her wrists are scored deeply where the ropes have bitten into her tender flesh throughout the night and he massages the skin as though smoothing away imperfections in a sculpture.

She moans as the blood flow returns and her legs twine abo

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