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his hands told her without complaint. Whatever he wanted her
to do, she’d do.
    His
hands smoothed through her hair, pushing it back from her face, so that she had
a view of the bottom of the bed and its posters. Which was how she saw it, and
why she screamed –
    “Snakes!”
She writhed on the bed, trying to escape but a heavy weight held her down,
stronger than she was like this, unable to get a purchase on the mattress.
    But
when her panic calmed down, she realized they were ropes.
    “What?”
She still fought, but not as hard as she had been. “But –“
    But
hadn’t she come here of her own accord? Hadn’t she let him undress her,
knowing, hoping, something like this might occur?
    She
stilled beneath his hands and he stroked her again, as though to calm her down.
    Ropes
she could see tied down both her arms, and ropes she couldn’t bound her ankles.
They pulled tight and she was lashed to the bed, spread-eagled out, entirely
reliant on a man she couldn’t even see.
    “Please
–“ she didn’t want to mention her husband again, it would feel disrespectful to
the moment. “Please – don’t hurt me.”
    Not
in ways that Richard could see.
    But
in other ways…she swallowed, and closed her eyes.
    His
hands smoothed all over her body again, even unexpected places, the bottoms of
her feet, her armpits, the angles of her neck, like he was currying a favored
horse. She relaxed under this onslaught of attention, fear of him and fear of
getting caught receding. She was still hungry, yes, but she didn’t dare raise
her hips up as he stroked down her back, no matter how much, cat-like, she
wanted to – she didn’t dare invite another spanking.
    And
then, like she was hoping, like she’d been ready for ever since his hands had
led her down this hall – his fingers began trailing up the insides of her
thighs again.
    There
was no way to hide herself from him, tied out like she was. He could see all of
her, her clit, her folds, her pussy, and, she realized, as he pulled warm
cheeks apart, her tight tight asshole. She quivered in fear at this, at being
so exposed. No one had ever looked at her like this before, had inspected her
so thoroughly with eyes and hands, no one had ever wanted to know her so
intimately, especially not like this.
    His
hands kneaded her ass gently and she whined – there were bruises back there
now, she knew, and not all of the heat was his, she’d felt like she’d been
sitting on a sunburn the entire day. Then fingers dropped lower, to test the
wetness of her pussy.
    “Please,”
she breathed, wanting him in her – any part of him, and now she arched, begging
him to fill her up. Hot fingers played in and out, broad strokes, making her
groan – and then moan, when they pulled out. “Please?” she said, hoping to feel
the mattress shift, to know he was kneeling above her, about to use his cock –
    And
then a finger pressed there, hot and wet, at the tight pucker of her asshole.
    “No
no no –“ she squirmed on the bed like she had on his lap the night before. The
finger followed her squirming, neither pressing harder, nor going away.
    “No
– not even Richard –“ she gasped out, all of her clenching tight in fear.
    But
not even Richard had ever spanked her, either. And not-even-Richard wasn’t here
– he was off with some other woman.
    But
most important of all -- the Master was not him.
    She
paused, gulping in huge breaths, trying to conquer her fear. The ghost had hurt
her yes – but he’d also pleased her, moreso than any other man ever had – had
ever even bothered to try.
    Daphne
licked her lips and dropped her hips to the bed, took in a deep breath, and let
it go.
    “Be
slow. Please be slow.”
    Instead
of instantly pushing in, he rubbed her there. Now that she wasn’t frightened of
him, or this, she could realize that it felt good. A warm finger circled her,
massaging this part of her as he had the rest of her, getting her to fall back
into that blissful relaxed