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Just as John was ready to pick Eve up and carry her to the bedroom, there was a knock at the door of the suite. Going to answer it, John opened the door to a proper looking concierge holding a nondescript black shopping bag. “The items you requested, sir.” The man said with a neutral expression. Thanking the man and tipping him John closed the door and turned to Eve with a slight smile, anticipation and a slight tremor of erotic fear shooting through him.

“Perfect service as always.” He smiled holding out the bag for her to see.

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While John was at the door Eve finished her coffee and stood up, quite keen to see what the hotel had provided, given the request. When she saw the contents she looked up at John, eyes alight with amusement and anticipation and laughed a soft throaty chuckle. "They've thought of everything," she purred, taking a moment to reach into the bag and push aside the contents to see what else was in there.

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"Now we'll have to wait a moment while some extra things arrive," she told him in a low purr. "So in the meantime, I'll just make use of these other two ropes and fasten your legs. I'd hate for any sudden movements to disrupt anything." She leaned down and kissed him again before climbing off him and moving to the foot of the bed, making quick work of finishing up securing him, spreadeagled, to the foot posts.

"Damn fine example, you are," she told him appreciatively, her eyes taking in the delicious sight and wishing for a moment Athenea was around. It would have been interesting to silently introduce her to the scene, and Eve smiled to herself as she tucked that thought away for later. She reached out and at random spots along his legs and thighs alternated between delicate touches of her fingertips and then light scratches of her nails in a different place.

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With the bathroom door closed Eve leant against the counter, squeezing her eyes closed and pinching the bridge of her nose as she tensed then released all the muscles in her scalp and face. Eyes opening wide again she rolled her head from one side to the other, feeling it relaxed after John's careful attention to it. The headaches had been starting to get stronger, and more sudden, and she had noticed the difference when she hadn't drunk much water during a day. But just now, and the severity, had her thinking what had happened was also when she really tried to think back, to draw forward memories she knew had to be there, but weren't.

She washed her hands and face once she'd finished in there and ran her fingers through her hair, surveying herself in the mirror. Her eyes were caught by the start of some bruises and she couldn't help but smile to herself, her fingers pressing lightly on them and her body remembering the feel of John's hands, and their strength. The rest of her body thrummed with sated pleasure and the heat of where he'd entered her without any barriers was still there, albeit a memory held by her body now. With a sigh of relief that the pain in her head seemed to have gone now she made her way across to the door and opened it, flicking her hair back as she re-entered the bedroom.