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from his even though, after an uncomfortable amount of time, my mind is screaming for me to look away.
    “Just this once,” he hisses.
    I nod. “Just this once.” I try to squash the smile that wants to transform my face. “Sit in the middle.” I swat his ass on the other cheek as he follows my direction and then handcuff his free wrist to the other side of the bed. “You’re going to need a safe word.”
    He raises his eyebrows in a brief glance of surprise and then lifts his chin. “Okay. How about bitch?” The word escapes through his clenched jaw. He’s seething, trying to provoke a reaction from me. Trying to gain emotional control of the situation.
    I chuckle. “It won’t work.” Again I see the waterfall of thoughts crashing through his head. I’ve thought a lot about today, and he’s surprised.
    “Okay then, bitch it is,” I say, stepping toward the bed and then kneeling close to him. I guide the sharp edge of the scissor metal as it travels, bump, bump, bump ,leaving a hissing red trail over his abs. I continue over an edge of his nipple. I fucking want to die when I see my man taking pain without a flinch or a sound. A series of sensations rush down my spine, and the power makes my breathing accelerate. His ability to take pain and his willingness to experience it for me, even if it’s the only time, captivates me.
    I wonder if he’ll feel the rush, the exhilaration that comes with the surrender of his will. I’ll be shorting him a significant life experience if I can’t get him there.
    I cut the shirt from him and stand back to admire my handiwork.
    “Fuck yeah. You look good. Lie back and scoot down to the bottom of the bed as far as your arms will let you go.” I stand at the foot of the bed. My man lies before me with his body spread out into a Y.
    My heart stirs because as he lies there, he’s still fighting his urge to take control. He’s doing this all for me. Giving all of himself to me despite the battle cry from every cell in his body.
    God, he must love me to let me do this.
    I’m moved. I realize Levi is not the only one who’ll be learning something from this experience. I love him more in this moment than I’ve ever loved him before.
    I turn away to rid myself of the scissors as well as the overwhelming humility draping over me. This is the absolute worst time for my sub side to want to get out. I clear my throat and take a deep cleansing breath, purging my inner instinct to give myself to him. I steel myself before I speak again, giving the rules I’ve heard so many times during the past six months. “You may not come. You may not touch yourself unless I say otherwise. You’re going to pleasure me today. What you want doesn’t matter. Do you understand?”
    He nods with a single jerk of his head. I know that nod was a disrespectful response by his standards, but I let it go. I’m not interested in lording it over him. I’m not sure I could accomplish it if I tried. That’s not who we are as a couple. But I want him to at least be confronted by it. To know what it feels like to be in that situation and what it takes to relinquish everything.
    I am, however, interested in pushing his physical boundaries. He’s pushed mine far past limits I’ve had for years. This will be my one and only chance to do him the same courtesy. And I do consider it a courtesy.
    In reality, finding these new limits together has been what’s rekindled our union over these past months. If we’d been having boring, missionary sex, our Friday afternoons would have probably petered out by now.
    “Do you have any idea what it feels like to be brought to the edge of orgasm over and over only to be denied again and again?” I smile wickedly. “I want you to know what it feels like.” His cock is growing now.
    I stand in his direct line of vision and begin to take off my clothes. I’m lazy about it. I have hours here and I’m going to use them. Once my clothes are off, I climb onto the bed