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the crazy situation in which I found myself, that caused me to unravel Dominic and coax his surprisingly unwilling body to respond.
    I curled my fingers inside the top of his checked shirt and prised the buttons open to reveal a grey T-shirt that clung to the blocks of muscle on his chest. He lay still and allowed me to precisely kiss his face and neck. My body was draped half over his, my legs entwined around the roughness of his jeans, and I had all but forgotten that I was naked and responding loudly to my new-found assertiveness. As my desire for the virtual stranger increased, my actions became more urgent, to the point where I wrestled him out of his clothing so that he was lying on the quilt in his shorts and wearing nothing but a blank expression with only the tiniest breeze of a smile.
    ‘You don’t seem so keen to learn about Mr Kinrade any more.’
    Was he telling me or asking me? I didn’t care. I was awash with an exceptional craving: the need for danger, frivolity and the compulsion to pleasure him senseless. I sanctioned my behaviour on the grounds that I need never see him again. It was all in my diary, which, for now, I tried to forget was lost.
    ‘I want to learn about you .’ It was half true although I didn’t want his life story. But I did want to know what lay beneath his cotton shorts. ‘Are you going to let me find out?’
    Dominic nodded in a way I hadn’t expected. He was a gardener, a man used to heavy work and the outdoors, his body covered in skin that had seen many summers working without a shirt and muscle that was lean and honed, and I would have expected him to demonstrate his acceptance with more vigor. Instead, he simply gave a tentative bob of his head and quickly averted his heavy, doleful eyes, like a naughty eighteen-year-old boy caught with his pants down. My heart slammed against my ribs and my lungs vied for space as my breathing quickened.
    ‘So, what should I do to you?’ I didn’t mean my voice to be quite so loud or to pull his face into line with mine so eagerly but somehow, strangely, provocatively, I felt he needed to be taught a lesson. ‘You can’t just go around ordering women to take their clothes off, you know.’ Something delightful skipped through my body, a kind of sparkle on a string threaded through every vein. Shame might come later but, for now, I was enjoying this.
    To my surprise, Dominic lifted up one of the many pillows and pulled out several long, silk scarves from underneath. He handed them to me, still wearing that modest look with eyes deeper than they had any right to be. I wasn’t experienced in such things but instinctively knew that the offering was an encouragement to render him helpless. That sparkle again, fizzing through me.
    ‘Spread your arms and legs,’ I ordered in a voice that was developing a harshness I never thought possible. Dominic emitted a low rumble that I took to signal approval so, just to let him know who was now in charge, I told him I would have to bind his wrists and ankles extra tight to the bedposts. ‘It’s your own fault.’ I kneeled over his body to fasten the knots. My breasts bobbed perilously close to his mouth as I leaned over and my pussy, lining itself with a skim of moisture, hovered near shorts that had risen with the erection they obviously contained. ‘You shouldn’t have been so rough with me earlier. My turn now.’ I gave him a sweet smile as I checked each knot again with a sharp yank.
    I sat beside his stretched body and took a long, hard look at what was on offer. Aside from the appealing yet mysterious face, framed by a mass of dark brown hair, and the sinewy neck, leading to a torso muscular not from meticulous and vain exercise but from years of toil caring for hundreds of trees and acres of parkland, aside from the long limbs covered in just the right amount of hair, there was the pale blue cotton of his shorts to consider. I hardly dared to look let alone think of touching the cloth