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mind–sex. Long and thick, with a bulbous head, it moved a little, bobbing as he went to the end of the bed. She’d seen animals have sex– that was supposed to go inside her.
    The first time was painful, or so she’d heard. Looking at the size of his penis, she couldn’t see how it would fit inside a woman. She’d said no sex, yet she couldn’t stop glancing at it.
    “You look worried again. What are you thinking?”
    Heavens, no . Did he really expect her to say?
    He walked over to the curtain, collected the curtain cord still hanging there. Oh dear. His eyes glinted with mischief when he saw she’d noticed. Then he picked up a long mirror on a timber stand, brought it to the end of the bed and dropped the cord next to the other one.
    “That was a question, Faith. Tell me what you’re thinking.” He gave her a twisted smile, as if he knew what she had on her mind was nothing she ever wanted to say out loud.
    “Uh. No, sir.”
    Mr. Meisner sat on the bed. “No, is not an option. Tell me. You don’t want to know what I’ll do if you lie.”
    I don’t? His unreadable expression gave her nothing to work with. Then she registered how his big capable hands were toying with the cords. He was going to tie her up again. That strange feeling swirled in her stomach–trepidation and want and excitement all jumbled together. She was going to let him do it, wasn’t she? Somehow, being tied up when he was unhappy with her seemed going a little too far.
    “I, uh–” This was so embarrassing. Yet, what she was doing with Mr. Meisner was beyond anything she’d ever imagined. “I wondered how you would fit that inside a woman.”
    “This? Inside you?” He touched his erect organ. “Don’t worry. I’ll take it slow when it happens.”
    “Uh...I didn’t–”
    When , as if there was no doubt it would. As if she would say, yes. For the first time, no matter all that had gone before, she tried to imagine how that might be...and failed completely.
    Casually, as if it were nothing, he reached out and put his hand on the inside of her thigh. She jerked but didn’t move away. “Tonight, I’ll stretch you a little.”
    When he moved his hand in until a finger touched the lips of her slit, she inhaled a lungful, and held it, fairly quivering. She wasn’t game to ask what he would use to stretch her, and she didn’t care, because all of her, right then, was waiting for his finger to move again.
    He pulled away.
    “Faith, I want you to hold your ankles.” That deep growling, jungle-beast tone went straight to the deepest parts of her mind and said to her, obey .
    She swallowed, crept her hands down across the bedspread and found her ankles, then held them.
    “I’m going to tie you that way.”
     

 

 
    Chapter 8
     
    Faith couldn’t stop herself from squirming her bottom. I’m going to tie you that way . If he hadn’t told her to keep her legs open, she’d have squeezed her thighs together to relieve the exquisite ache down there.
    Then, for a moment of time, her normal, sensible, everyday brain kicked in and she let go her ankles and stared at Mr. Meisner. Tied up, as she was, he could do anything. He hadn’t before, but this was worse. She’d be at his mercy completely.
    Which is entirely the point, silly . She wanted this, and yet shouldn’t. Sensible said, no . Every other part of her screamed, yes .
    “Having second thoughts?”
    She huffed. “Wherever did you get your degree in mind reading, Mr. Meisner? Oops, sir. Uh...” Tarnation . There she went again, worrying about his instructions and all that. He’d said he would stop and leave her if she wanted. She fidgeted, and couldn’t help caving in and asking him, “Was that a spanking misdemeanor, sir?”
    He grinned, then frowned and spoiled the new easygoing look. “Not if you’re truly lost. I respect that you might have questions, Faith.” He reached up grabbed her ankle and hauled her to him. Surprised, she squeaked. When he bit her on