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him working on the knotted rope behind her back, and abruptly the pressure on her labia and clitoris eased as it came free. Harriet brought her arms up and over her head, stretching the stiffness from them and easing her cramped shoulder muscles.
    ‘Lie down on the bed, Harriet,’ Tom commanded her.
    It was the first time he had addressed her by her name since she had taught him to call her ‘Mistress’. It was another sign of the change in their relationship, at least for the time being. She wondered if it would ever be the same again. Before today everything had been predictable. She gave the orders and he obeyed. It might not be so easy to go back to that state now, and she felt slight loss and regret. She lay down on the bed, her bound wrists resting on her stomach.
    Tom pulled her arms up over her head and tied them to the headboard of the bed with the rope that had run between her legs all night. She could smell the faint odour of herself on it. Her heart was beginning to pound in her chest, and her breath came short. All the muscles in her stomach knotted as she imagined what was coming. When she looked at Tom he was still erect. She looked away quickly. Don’t be the nervous virgin, she chided herself. You’ve seen him often enough. And he’s certainly not the first. But still she knew that once his cock was inside her, things would probably never be the same between them.
    ‘Do I have to tie your ankles to the bedposts?’ Tom asked.
    With a start Harriet realised her legs were pressed tightly together. It was purely reflexive. And pointless. If she resisted, he could simply subdue her with more rope. Harriet thought fleetingly that it would be nice to feel herself spread helplessly for him, but she allowed her legs to part slightly.
    Tom spread them wider, then she felt the bed sag as he positioned himself between her. He lowered himself until the tip of his erect cock touched her labia. No foreplay this time. He eased inside her and she felt the warmth of him slowly penetrate her, filling her full, and then she was wet, welcoming him inside her. Harriet bit back a moan as he slid home. There was no hiding her other reactions.
    Once inside her Tom made no further move. She looked at him and realised that he was going to force her to react. All right, she thought, clamping down on him as she tightened her vaginal muscles. He smiled down at her and held still. He was going to make her do the work, but luckily, it was not in Harriet’s nature to play dead during the sex act. She moved her hips ever so slightly, enjoying the first slow slidings the motion gave to their joined bodies. She felt him tighten himself in response. This was going to be a slow fuck then, she realised.
    Tom bent his face close to her, kissing her eyes and cheeks and ears. Then he found her parted lips and kissed her mouth, pushing his tongue inside there as well. Her breath grew ragged with rising excitement as she felt him move for the first time. Short in-and-out motions, sliding deliciously as she held him tightly. If her hands had been free she would have pulled him down against her fiercely. She wanted him to do some of the work, not force her to give herself to him utterly. A girl’s got to have some dignity, she told herself, even though she knew she was going to have a hard time holding on to any of it.
    She felt herself shudder with the first signs of her arousal. Tom must have felt it too. It began in her belly and spread slowly to her legs. She felt herself opening widely to him, her legs parting further to allow him full access. He was taking his weight on his forearms to spare her, but he managed to get his hands to her nipples. Harriet gasped as he touched her there, knowing she was going to lose control at any moment. Then she did, coming in spasms that drove the breath from her, which was just as well because it prevented her from shouting his name. Mistresses, even when in the throes of orgasm, are not supposed to go