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that she was quick to stop a scene; it was that she was quick to stand up for herself. She wasn’t trying to be anyone else, or live up to anyone’s ideal, and that was a real rarity in the scene. When she said “yes” or “Master,” it really meant something to him.
    Whoa. I only agreed to show her the ropes, so to speak. She’s letting me know she’s willing, but I shouldn’t get carried away. I’m her teacher, not her lover.
    He pulled out of his parking space, waited for a gap big enough for both their cars, and got onto the road. Concentrating on driving pushed the ambiguity of their relationship to the side for the moment. But when they arrived at the parking lot behind the warehouse, and she smiled at him and placed her hand in his, he was lost again. She was the loveliest creature he’d ever seen.
    “Come, little angel.” His made his voice sound gruff to cover up how he was feeling. He was going to explore her body until he knew every inch of it tonight. He unlocked the door and led her through the unmanned coat room, past the black X of the St. Andrew’s cross and the red leather on the spanking bench. Both were nice, but for what he had in mind, he wanted access to all of her.
    They paused at last underneath the bondage frame. Two tall wooden posts held up a beam that ran parallel to the ground, about seven feet off the ground. D rings were set into the both the supports and the crossbar, for a wide variety of attachment points. He only intended to use one tonight.
    Angela looked up at the frame, and back at him, obviously not sure what to make of it all. He smiled at her. If he was just teaching her, he should tell her exactly what he was going to do, and why, before he did it. He opened his mouth, but those words weren’t the ones that came out. Instead he said, “Trust me.”
    “I do.” Her voice was barely audible.
    He lifted her sweater over her head, and she raised her arms to help. A lacy red bra held the most delicious looking breasts he’d ever seen, their hard points visible against the lace. He hadn’t intended to do anything but simply undress her, but he found himself bending to suck a tender peak into his mouth. Angela’s moan reminded him that he was getting off track. Still, he indulged himself at the other nipple, unzipping Angela’s skirt in the back at the same time, letting it fall to the floor.
    He stepped back. His cock was as hard as a steel rod. “Take off the bra, Angela. And take your time.”
    “Take my time?”
    “Take it off slowly. Feel the act of undressing.”
    She nodded, smiling uncertainly. She reached behind her to unclasp the bra, and then cupped it to her breasts before very slowly letting it fall to the side. She watched him watching her. He loved that she wanted to see his every reaction. As a Dom, he sure as hell wanted to see all of hers. Heck, as a man he wanted to see it all. He almost wished she had panties on so she could slowly shimmy them down her legs. Almost.
    “Shoes too?”
    He shook his head. The heels she wore would make what he had in mind easier on the rest of her body. “The shoes can stay,” he said. Deftly, he took a pair of cuffs from next to the post where he’d stashed them the afternoon before and fastened them around her willingly presented wrists. They were made of soft, padded nylon and fastened by Velcro, but they were more than secure enough for their purposes.
    She looked at him. “If I let you attach those, I’ll be truly helpless. I don’t know.”
    He smiled. “I won’t move forward without your permission.” He didn’t want to remind her that alone and naked in a warehouse too far from any neighbors to hear her scream, she was already helpless. Nor did he tell her that she was completely safe with him. She had to come to her own conclusions. He waited.
    “Where?” she asked.
    “I’m going to attach them by this chain—” he said as he jingled its two foot length in his hands, “to the beam above you.