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deep within him and it was at that precise moment my own release came. With his cock hitting my inner wall at just the right angle, and the sense of him filling me, I longed to surrender completely.
    He put his arms around me and squeezed me tightly, his cock still in me. We were still for what seemed like a long time. I listened to him breathing, feeling no need for words.
    Then, he motioned to stand, although I was still on top of him. He sat up, adjusting my legs to wrap around his waist. I held onto him as he stood.
    “Where are we going?”
    “You’re going to have the biggest orgasm of your life.”
    “I am?” Okay!
    He carried me out of the bedroom and turned into the other room. There was an ache in me, a longing that needed satisfying. I could barely stand the curiosity, as I was suspended between what had just happened and what was about to occur. With my legs wrapped around Jeff’s waist, I was at his mercy.
    He sat me down in the swing.
    “Give me your wrists,” he ordered.
    I did as he’d said. His hands were warm and I liked the sight of mine in them.
    “Do you like satin?”
    “Yes.”
    “Would you like to be tied with it?”
    Oh boy. Now or never. I was nervous, but excited beyond words. I could barely answer.
    “Yes,” I managed. My mouth felt dry.
    He opened a drawer and pulled out a length of dark purple shiny rope. I gulped. This was it.
    “Don’t be nervous.”
    I remembered what he had told me about how I would always be in control and it allowed me to surrender to his orders. “Yes, Master.”
    “You’re a good little slut. I really liked coming in your sweet pussy, but I’m not done with you yet.”
    He took my wrists and bound them together. Though they were separated by an inch of rope that lay coiled between them, the tying rendered movement impossible. I had fantasized about this, but watching the scenario unfold before me was surreal. Then Jeff attached my tied wrists to a link chain. As he pulled on one end, he hoisted my wrists into the air. I gasped.
    “You’re stuck now,” he said. “Try to get away.”
    I wriggled. “I can’t.”
    “You’re mine. Your tits belong to me now. So does your orgasm.”
    Silently I begged his emerald eyes for mercy, but his expression told me he had plans.
    From a cabinet, he produced a paddle. I squirmed in my seat at the mere sight of it. He came up to me, holding the black thing in his hand.
    “Kiss it.”
    I did. The leathery scent turned me on in a way I never would have imagined. I realized it was everywhere in the room—on the swing, in the opened box of ties and right in front of my lips.
    “I can tell from your nipples that you’re turned on.”
    “More than ever, Master.”
    “Then tell me what you want.”
    Well, since he asked…
    “I want to come.”
    “Patience!” he yelled. Then he struck my nipples with the paddle. There was an immediate sting, followed by a hot burning sensation. I wriggled in my seat, giving myself over to him.
    He tapped each nipple again, this time with less pressure. The rhythmic repetition of the paddling shot right through my body to my clit. If his cock had been inside me, if I’d been on top of him like before, I would be coming. I moaned.
    “You’re dripping wet,” he said.
    Jeff lay down his paddle on the credenza adjacent to the swing. He approached me with nothing but his hands this time, cupping my breasts in his palms.
    “Rachel Perkins, you are so sexy,” he said.
    He pulled on the chain again, and the tug lifted me right out of the swing seat to a standing position. My arms tingled from the confinement as I watched Jeff tie the swing to a pole. I guessed we wouldn’t need it anymore.
    Standing, I was about a head shorter than Jeff, though it felt as though he towered over me because of his control of the scene. He took my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed a lot harder than anyone had ever done. I yelped in pain, but loved every second of it.
    His cock