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but he’d given the promised slack. The
thought of being tied for real filled me with uncertainty. I nearly came
apart right there. Instead, I swallowed it and watched him move to my other
ankle.
     “I like to see the ties on your
skin,” he said. His voice so soft I strained to hear his voice. Even with the
room quiet but for the tick of a small clock on the dresser. I was in the guest
room. Truth be told, the fact that Lucas would be in another room scared me
more than anything. Why was he leaving me?
    “Thank you.” It felt right to say it.
He met my eyes, gave a half smile. By body responded with a warming tingle to
the small gesture. There was nothing I could do to keep it from him. I was
powerless if he wanted to look.
    Lucas moved over me, his breath on my
face. His fingers, beat up and brutish, pinched my nipples. I forced my body to
be still. I wanted to rise up to meet his hand but some part of me was starting
to understand what was expected of me. And what was not. I watched, him,
feeling each heartbeat between my legs. Lucas laid his warm palm on the flat of
my belly above my navel. My cunt so ready the tempo in my pelvis ticked off
each skip of my heart. I knew just by looking at him that he would do
absolutely nothing about that now. He would leave me this way. Which was the
point.
    I was fragile under his fingers.
Artfully broken of will. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see his handprint branded
there on my skin. Lucas shocked me by dropping to his knees, eyes level with my
belly. He pulled my panties back and blew over my shaved pussy and the tops of
my thighs. Little puffs of air rained down on me when he spoke. “If you behave,
you’ll get a little more freedom every day. A little more reward. Do you trust
me?”
    He had asked me earlier and I’d
failed. Now I overruled all my normal self doubt. I answered from instinct
alone. “Yes.”
    “Yes, what?”
    “Yes, Sir,” I said.
    I was rewarded with one light caress.
His hand slid from navel to clit. He pressed me there. Not hard, not soft - just
a firm, even revolution. Like pressing a button to open a door or work a lock
or turn on a machine. Wetness graced the insides of my thighs and I considered
pleading with him. Begging this beautiful, silent man to fuck me right there in
his cozy, neat guest bed. Take me like I had no choice. I shook my head.
    Instead I just shut my eyes and tried
not to disintegrate. Lucas dropped one kiss directly in the hollow between my
hipbones. The sensation shot straight to my pussy and up through my chest like
a ray of light. “Good night, my beautiful slut,” he said. “I like new toys.”
    He raised his head and gave a short
whistle. The behemoth, Daisy, came barreling up the hall. Her claws clattering
on the hardwood floor. I’d forgotten all about her as scary as she was. “Lay,”
he said and the horse sized canine dropped in the doorway like a hundred pound
stone.
    “She’ll let me know if you try to get
out. And she won’t like it either.”
    I believed him. When I looked at Daisy
she bared her teeth. Daisy was not a fan of mine, to say the least.
    “Call me if you need something. But
make sure you really need it,” he said. His dark eyes almost black
again. “Do you understand? Don’t call me because you’re cold. There are
blankets next to you and you have enough play to get them on.  And don’t call
me because you’re scared. If you call me for something stupid, there will be a
punishment. There will be a price either way, if you happen to call me. But if
it’s not a necessity, it’s a punishment. Do you understand?” He repeated.
    I nodded, trying to ignore the little
hairs on my arms that stood on end. I tried to ignore how I had to pee and how
my bowels felt watery from anxiety. All the horrible possibilities flitted
through my head. Appendicitis, stomach virus, vomiting, peeing, dying. God,
what if I died tied to this bed? What a disaster that would be. The blood
drained from my