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table with thin legs standing in the middle. It could only be Liuz’s room.
    From my speakers there was a sudden knocking and Liuz, with his back to me, stood and moved to the door.
    Of course I knew what he looked like, but still, the image of his long, golden back, shirtless and disappearing into those worn jeans, had my stomach clenching with desire. I sat heavily on my chair and turned up the volume on my computer.
    He opens the door and I spot a section of my face beyond his shoulder. My mouth flattened nervously and the big, painted-on eyes on the blindfold look comical and creepy all at the same time.
    He grabs my wrists, and my lips part in surprise as I’m tugged into the room and the door shuts. My bag falls to the floor.
    He speaks in a low murmur and I reply. His hands fiddle with the tightness of the material bound around my head. My scalp prickles now at the memory and instinctively I smooth my hair over the crown of my head.
    Still I can’t see his face, but I remember our conversation about the stop word. I hear myself repeat ‘Kilimanjaro’ as my chin is caught in his big hand. His head dips and I know he is kissing me, hot and hard. I remember his taste, smoky and sinful, infused with potent maleness. I lick my lips, seeking for a lingering trace of his flavour. Of course, I don’t find it.
    His hands roam my body, and I mesh my fingers in his hair. Sitting in my office now, I can’t help but tweak my clit through my pyjama pants and my breaths catch in my throat. This is even better than I could have ever imagined. He’d caught our whole, seedy encounter on film. This was going to be masturbation fodder for years to come.
    ‘This way, slut, come this way.’
    Oh, how I loved his voice and the way he spoke to me.
    I stumble forward and he walks, back to the camera, right up to the table. When he reaches it I see how the angle of the lens is set low, so that when I bend over I’m the main part of the frame. The top of the screen stops just above his nipples. His facial features have still not graced the image he’s sent me.
    ‘That’s it, now spread your legs.’
    I do as he asks without hesitation. A small part of me knows I should feel ashamed, dirty, but I don’t. Instead, I watch with fascination as he binds me to the table, his arms and busy fingers securing me for his ministrations. I know what’s coming next, but still, excitement buzzes through me.
    Although the light is dim I can make out the whiteness of my fingernails as I clutch the rim of the table, my head turning as I try and follow Liuz’s movements through the sounds he makes – his clothes, his footsteps, his breaths.
    He’s back between my legs. I’m wriggling and groaning.
    ‘Keep still.’ He yanks at my thong. ‘Keep still. It’s been a while since I’ve had a pussy to play with. I’m going to take my time.’
    ‘Please, Liuz, I –’
    A sudden sharp slap snaps from the screen. I jolt in my chair, remembering the sting across my left buttock. It comes back now, a sizzling sensation my nerves are loath to forget.
    ‘Ow!’
    ‘Ah,
Aniolku
, you know I will give you what you need, so be a good girl for me. Be a good little slut.’
    His face is just out of shot when finally he slides his fingers into my pussy.
    ‘Ah, yes, so slutty and wet, you are such a rude girl, begging for my fingers. Well here, take more.’
    I watched, fascinated as his hand and fingers appear and disappear between my legs. Squelching noises add to the erotic image and I can’t help but wish I was back there, feeling him doing it to me all over again.
    ‘No, don’t touch yourself. Keep fucking still.’ He withdraws his fingers, steps away for the briefest of moments. Then he is back, holding something long and dark green.
    It’s the damn cucumber he fed me.
    ‘Condom,’ I gasp.
    He laughs. ‘I don’t think it’s necessary just yet.’
    Where his fingers had entered me moments ago, now the cucumber presses forward. I arch my back,