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come at a price. This was meant to break me. He'd make me come until I couldn't handle any more, until he owned me completely.
    He gave me a few moments to compose myself before the soft touch of his fingers floated over my body. Feather light, they barely touched me, just enough to send my body into acute awareness. The featherlike sensations settled on my nipples and then between my legs until they buckled with round two.
    By the time his tongue began its exploration in the third round my arms ached and I needed a release of a different kind. As I climaxed this time I begged him to untie my binds, to rest the ache in my arms, and to hopefully switch the pleasure to him.
    The second my wrists were free I rubbed my arms to get the circulation moving in them. The blindfold slid down as he untied it and the bright light hurt my eyes.
    "On your knees."
    I dropped down in front of him and greedily sucked his cock into my mouth. I licked and sucked like a starving woman at a buffet. There had been a time in my life where oral sex had been more of a chore than a pleasure. Not the case with Michael. I worshipped his cock. I loved the texture and taste of it. I wanted to stroke it, kiss it, ride it, and pleasure it any way possible. Bringing Michael to orgasm also empowered me. But at the moment, he denied me the power I sought.
    When he was close to orgasm he pushed away from me. “How'd you get the bruise on your breast?"
    Shit. I'd covered the bruise with makeup so he wouldn't notice. The bath must have washed it away. Not able to face him, I looked down. Talk about a sign of guilt.
    "So much for thinking you were pining away."
    "I was pining. I was heartsick without you and lonely. So lonely.” I touched his arm and he pulled away.
    "Right, that's why it took you less than three weeks to sleep with someone else."
    I shook my head. How would I ever get him to believe the truth? “That's not what happened. I never slept with anyone else. I had one date and he grabbed me, over my clothes no less. I can't help it if I bruise easily. And how can you act so high and mighty when you were fucking the teeny bopper?"
    "I didn't fuck her. If you'd called you would have figured that out, but your pride got in the way."
    "My pride? You told me to leave. I can't compete with a girl half my age.” Tears welled in my eyes and I turned from him so he wouldn't witness them.
    "There was no competition.” I don't know if it was the words themselves or his raised voice that made me turn back to face him. When he had my complete attention he lowered his volume and continued. “I haven't even seen her. She's sick. She might be dying, but I can't trust a word she says."
    "You want me to believe that you haven't slept with her? That you haven't even seen her?” Did he take me for a fool? Couldn't he remember my faithless ex had divorced me for a younger woman?
    "I wouldn't touch Jaime with a ten foot pole."
    So she had a name now. Not just ‘Me.’ Jaime. A young name. That tidbit somehow made being Victoria so much worse. I shook my head. “I could tell by the way you said ‘it's her’ that night that you love her."
    "Yes. In some bizarre way I still do love her, but I gave up on her long ago. I was blind."
    The only part that stuck with me was that he still loved her. And I knew what that meant. If he still loved her, he couldn't love me. My heart broke again. This time into a million pieces. Why did I have to love him? We'd be so perfect for each other if love didn't get in the way.
    "Was she untrainable?"
    "I don't understand.” He looked at me like I had two heads.
    A sickening feeling washed over me and I was afraid for the conversation to go on. “She wasn't a trainable sub?” I knew the answer, but had to ask the question anyway. “How would you describe your relationship with her?” I took a deep breath to gear up for the blow to come.
    He understood and looked down. “Vanilla. With sprinkles."
    I sat down on the bed and crossed