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Chapter Seven A week later they were in bed, talking. Sophie had wanted to reassure Roberto that everything that had happened had been not only done with her consent, she had actively desired it. He was still apprehensive that his punishing of her, however much ritualised and circumscribed by the rules of the game they played (Rule One: No Means No), was a cruelty she submitted to only to please him. He found it hard to believe she might really want it for herself. Of course the idea that he could make her do such things for his sake not hers was part of the appeal for him. Yet at the same time he was so delicate in his feelings that he couldn’t bear to think he had really hurt her. He wanted to, yet he flinched from it. With care and precision she stated her position. One: she truly lo