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wet with anticipation. I’ve never seen him like this before. Even when he has dominated me before, his look wasn’t quite this intense or extreme.
    He pulls me so I’m sitting upright and off the bed and leads me to the middle of the bedroom. He points towards the floor and I kneel in front of him. He then walks towards the suitcases that were already here waiting for us. I can only assume Raul or Sawyer have brought them for us. Dylan opens them and starts pulling things out, laying them on the floor.  He’s brought the spreader bar, rope, ball-gag, and several belts. What the hell? No fucking way. I almost voice that sentiment, but Dylan looks up and narrows his eyes at me.
    “Trust me,” h e says as if he’s reading my mind.
    Yes, I must trust him but my heart is pounding in my chest out of fear. He promised he would never use a belt on me. He promised. I’m starting to feel sick so I look down, close my eyes and concentrate only on the sounds I’m hearing. D ylan would never hurt me , I keep repeating to myself over and over. I’m his wife now. He would never hurt me .
    I hear him moving around the room and then music comes on. It’s something I’m not familiar with - the song or the band, but it’s sexy and the words put me into a trance-like state. ‘Everything in its right place’ the song repeats over and over. I feel Dylan move up behind me. He slips a soft blindfold over my eyes and ties it tightly.
    “This is so you can’t see what’s coming,” he says.
    Then he places the ball-gag in my mouth and fastens it behind my head. “This is so you can’t speak to me and distract me.”
    Next, he stands me up and guides me somewhere. He spins me around and lifts me onto something cold and hard and I realize it must be the dining table. He wraps rope around each of my wrists and ankles and ties them firmly, securing me. Now I’m sprawled out spread-eagle and completely exposed.  Dylan plays with my hair and takes out my braid. He kisses my forehead and his warm wet mouth brings me back to reality.
    “You ’re such a good girl, Isa,” he whispers in my ear and the heat of his words sends shivers down my entire body.
    What I feel next perplexes me. I feel tight bindings being placed the length of my body; first above my breasts, then around my stomach above my waist, then around my hips. It feels like wide leather and then occurs to me that it’s the belts Dylan brought along. I tense up at the thought and Dylan reaches up caresses my face.
    “I don’t want you to be afraid of anything, Isa. I will only use these to bind you, nothing more.”
    His words put me at ease. Suddenly the music is louder. I’m left alone for a few minutes, just listening to the sounds coming from the speakers and I drift into my head space. I’m getting chilled, but then I feel Dylan’s warm hands on me, running up and down the length of my body. He applies painful pinching on my nipples that’s constant. It must be the nipple clamps. I squirm uncomfortably and bite down hard on the gag.  Something cold and wet is dripping on me and is rubbed against my clit. It must be ice.
    Then , warm fingers are inside of me. Something hot and wet is dripping on me now. What is that? It hurts and I wince from the pain. Dylan is unrelenting and the pain from the hot wetness is overloading my nerves. He pulls at the nipple clamps and I try to scream out but only a moan can be heard through the gag.  What is he doing to me?
    He tightens th e belts around my hips and waist constricting me tightly and limiting the blood flow.
    The song keeps playing over and over, on repeat. ‘Everything in its right place.’ How apropos . Here I am now, his wife, and right where he wants me; under his complete submission. And I’m not complaining. I love it . I love the pain that he’s inflicting on me and not knowing what comes next.
    The sweet torture goes on and on. But for how long? I don’t know. I’ve lost all track of time. My mind is