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there going to be foreplay? Have we already started?
What the fuck, what the—
    “Shhh. Relax.” Jake’s arms enfolded her again, his
comforting warmth pressing against her back as his lips tickled her ear.
“You’re shaking again. There’ll be plenty of cause for that later on, but not
quite yet.” He pressed a series of soft, languid kisses down her neck to her
shoulder, until she exhaled and released a little of the tension along with the
air.
    But Jake didn’t seem to want her too relaxed. “No
words, Tess. Not even in your head. Let all that go for now. I want you to just
feel, and accept whatever I do. If it hurts, if it feels good, if you like it
or not doesn’t matter. I’m going to use you however I see fit, because you’ve
given me permission to do that. You can’t change it. Can’t control it. You can stop
it cold if you want to, but unless you do, it’s all up to me. You understand
that, right?”
    Was it hypnotism? She felt his gently spoken words like a
march of fire across her nerve endings, as though he’d stroked every inch of
her with that velvety voice. Such awful things he said, but she couldn’t hide
her response, the soft gasp and almost imperceptible undulation as her body
writhed closer to his.
    Jake didn’t wait for a nod. His foot was already nudging
hers to the side, spreading her stance until she was almost unbalanced. The
high edge of the bed braced her hips, helping her stay upright as Jake withdrew
his support and retrieved cuffs and straps. He secured first one ankle then the
other to the legs of the bedstead, testing each bond before moving on.
    “Wouldn’t want you escaping my evil clutches,” he explained
as he gave the second tether a tug. As he rose from the floor, evidently
satisfied that the straps would hold, he stroked the back of Tess’ leg from
heel to upper thigh, letting his hand linger at the lower curve of her ass.
Then he gripped her cheek on that side, firmly enough to leave an impression.
“I’ve wanted this in my evil clutches for a long, long time, sweetheart.
I hope you know I intend to make the most of it. I’ve had many a dream about
your ass. Although none of them did justice to the real thing.”
    He pulled away—then his hand returned with a stinging smack,
the sharp sound resounding in the quiet room.
    Tess cried out, startled more than pained, and Jake
chuckled.
    “Let’s get your hands squared away.”
    By that, he meant tied up. He secured her wrists together
with an elaborately wrapped and knotted arrangement of rope, not sexy black
silk but prickly, pungent hemp. When he knotted the rope onto an S-hook over
the canopy rail, raising her arms over her head, the pressure on her wrists was
negligible but the sensation of the fiber itself made the binding feel tighter,
more significant. She twisted her hands, gripping the rope to feel more stable.
It did nothing to make her feel less exposed, however.
    Jake started with a flogger, the whip with all the tails,
showing it to her first and describing what he would do with it.
    “Most people like being flogged,” he assured her. Tess was
trembling again though. She’d been on a roller coaster of anticipation since
arriving at Jake’s house. And now this was it, the moment of truth. Was she
really going to let him hit her with that thing?
    Wildcats , she reminded herself as Jake raised his
arm.
    The tails of the flogger fell like heavy rain, pattering
against one side of her ass with all the destructive power of a declawed
kitten. Then the other side, and back again, a steady rhythm of mild thuddy
blows, and Tess almost giggled at how gentle it felt. Pleasant, even. He moved
up to her back, flipping her hair forward with great care then working the
flogger against the muscles below her shoulder blades, and it was wonderful.
Like a massage.
    This was easy . Was this all she had to endure? She
would ask later, she decided, and sighed happily as Jake beat the anxiety from
her shoulders.
    By the