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punishment, she refused to turn the vibrator back on. “Say it correctly.”
    I labored to follow her instructions, but forming any recognizable syllable was an impossible job. By sheer luck, my lips and tongue produced something close enough that she gave me a few moments of shuddery bliss. “Heyun,” I repeated. “Hyun. Hyun!” Something in my brain clicked, and I could say it right. As a reward, she drew the riding crop in a circle around my right bottom cheek and slapped hard enough to intensify the buzzing of the butterfly.
    “Restrain yourself,” she said, and I gave a slight hop in the effort to maintain composure. “Kyung.”
    “Ka-yong.”
    She switched the toy off, and I almost cried in frustration. “I’m doing the best I can!”
    “I know,” she said, leaning in to nibble my left ear. “You’ll have to make your best better.”
    I fought through the devilish letters until I could produce the syllable correctly. “Kyung!” She sent me into a shiver of pleasure.
    “Now, say it together. Hyunkyung.”
    “Hyunkyung,” I parroted, and she unstrapped the vibrator. “I said it right!” I protested.
    “Yes,” she said. “But you will never use my name in public. Outside these walls, I am Ee Sajangnim. Do you understand?”
    I writhed with unmet need. “Why did you make me learn Hyunkyung, then?”
    “Because,” she cooed, turning down the sheets and pulling me to lie next to her, “you need to say it right when I make you scream it in bed.”
    Scream I did, until I grew hoarse with spent lust. I panted, lying back on the pillows, trembling with the effort to move my little finger.
    “Spread your legs,” she ordered. She might as well have told me to fly to the moon. “Spread them,” she repeated, “and I’ll show you a new toy.”
    With limp spaghetti muscles, I flopped my legs into a loose V. She inserted a silver metal bullet, allowing the cord to dangle outside. I wriggled at the cold, but she hit the “on” button. Already exhausted from her ministrations, I fought the waves of pleasure. She adjusted the dial, letting the pressure build, ebb, and change to pulsations.
    I grabbed her shoulders, begging her to stop. One more second of pleasure would kill me, and I would explode into Indigo pieces of over-satiated lust. Instead, she switched the bullet off. I tried to take it out, but she stopped me.
    “Imagine,” she said. “Sitting in your best finery at a formal dinner, with that between your legs, and I have complete control.” At the word “control,” she jabbed the vibrator control to full power. I convulsed in paroxysms, gasping.
    “Stop!” I begged, afraid I would lose control. I tried to convince myself I hadn’t already done so, multiple times per minute. My body was hers, and I bent to her will. She switched the toy off and cradled my cheek.

 
     
     
Chapter Nine
     
     
    “It’s your turn.” Indigo started to sit up, but I held her down. “C’mon. You have to let me—”
    “Shh.” I placed a forefinger on her lips. “Don’t spoil things.”
    “But I can’t….” She propped her elbow on the mattress and curled her legs inward. “You…, It’s not fair.”
    You . How free Americans were to say a pronoun fraught with implications. It had taken me years to say “you” comfortably, and I insisted all of my staff learn to say it. In Korean, the tiny word carried enormous complications and potential for offense. Noh . From a superior to an underling, giving an order.
    Dangshin . The most over-used textbook word of foreigners trying to speak Korean according to their own country’s rules. Dangshin-eun Indigo imnida . You are Indigo, in phrasing no native Korean speaker would use. Dangshin spoke of strangers accusing each other after a traffic accident, or a formal song composed for the object of unrequited love.
    “Lie down.” I wanted her next to me, not above me.
    “Taking pleasure and not giving anything back is exactly what Greg would do!