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reality of Jasmine’s life had been to what he’d imagined. He’d always visualised her as a carefree, almost elemental spirit, while all the time she’d been suffering in ways completely outside his experience.
    After a moment she reached down to cup his balls, which she gave a sudden, sharp squeeze. ‘Come on, tell me – what’s so funny?’ she demanded.
    ‘Hey, that hurt!’ he scolded her. ‘I was thinking about Mark, how he’d have been waiting for you while we were out in the alley, that’s all.’
    She squeezed again.
    ‘I said, that hurts!’
    ‘So spank me.’
    ‘I will, when I feel like it, not before.’
    ‘I bet I could make you.’
    ‘Maybe, or perhaps I could tie you up, gag you and leave you until I’m ready.’
    ‘I’d wet the bed.’
    ‘I’d put you in a nappy.’
    ‘Ooh, yes please! And you could change me, and spank me with my legs up and my wet nappy underneath me, and powder me, and cream me! But Adam, I thought you were so manly?’
    ‘Eh? What are you talking about?’
    ‘Well, if you’re going to put me in a nappy, then you obviously have some adults’ ones in the flat. And you live alone, so they could only be for you. Don’t worry, I don’t mind what you’re into, even …’
    She broke off with a squeak as she was hauled across his body. With his hand twisted into her hair to keep her in place, he began to spank her, which set her kicking and writhing across his legs, but even as she gasped and squealed out her pain, she was laughing. Adam just spanked harder, although compared to Caroline’s ample bottom, Jasmine’s felt frail and small, and before long he left off.
    ‘You see?’ she gasped. ‘I told you I could get you to spank me.’
    ‘Yes,’ he admitted, ‘but I’ve learned one or two new tricks for dealing with cheeky little brats since we first met, and if you don’t watch your step, I might just introduce you to them.’
    ‘Yes, please,’ she replied. ‘Do as you like with me.’
    He let go of her hair and she quickly moved back, to lay her head on his lap with her bottom pushed out to show off her flushed pink cheeks. She took his cock in her mouth, sucking gently and teasing his balls with her fingernails, a sensation too good to resist despite his tender skin. Reaching down, he began to stroke her hair, then spoke up once more.
    ‘Do you want to stay with me? You’re more than welcome.’
    Jasmine continued to suck, for long enough to leave him wondering if she didn’t want to have to answer his question, then suddenly pulled back.
    ‘Yes, please,’ she said, her voice now serious. ‘But there’s one thing you have to know, Adam. Nobody owns me. Nobody controls me. I’d love to stay, and the truth is I don’t have anywhere else to go, but if you won’t let me have my freedom, I’m going to leave now.’
    She took him back into her mouth and he continued to stroke her hair, which was as much as he wanted to give in the way of an answer.
    ‘They’re no different from you and me,’ Adam assured Jasmine as they approached the doors to the venue in which the London Fetish Market was being held.
    ‘That’s what I’m worried about!’ she answered, laughing but plainly nervous.
    ‘You went into Secret Sinners,’ he pointed out.
    ‘I didn’t know it was for fetishists,’ she told him. ‘I just saw a lot of people in outrageous costumes who were obviously having a lot of fun – and anyway, they threw me out for being cheeky.’
    ‘Secret Sinners was really just a commercial venture,’ he admitted, ‘but the people we’re going to meet are genuine, and they’re my friends. You’ll see.’
    They reached the door, where Adam paid their entry fee to a girl with a startling pink Mohican haircut and green and black earrings in the shape of snakes. Steps led off to one side, descending into gloom from which rose the scents of leather and incense. Jasmine took Adam’s hand, to his private delight, and allowed herself to be led down