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something the rest of us didn’t. Why, then, was I resisting him?
    After steadying myself with a deep breath, I said, “I wanted to be a writer.”
    “So become a writer. You don’t need a college degree for that.”
    “Right. But it helps if you have some clue about things like allegory, foreshadowing, denouement.”
    “Take some courses, join a critique group.”
    At this I laughed. “Been there, done that.”
    “And let me guess—someone trashed one of your stories and you gave up on writing altogether.”
    “No.” I leapt to the defensive. “About thirty-seven rejection letters later, I gave up.”
    Moving closer, he grazed his nose along the length of mine. I could smell the wine on his breath and the muskiness of his skin. Each exhalation caressed my cheek and I was dying to kiss him, though I knew I couldn’t. He wouldn’t allow me to bridge the gap between our mouths.
    “And how do you know,” he murmured, “that the thirty-eighth letter wouldn’t be an acceptance?”
    “I…” But I had nothing to say. He was right. I had no way of knowing what the future would bring, only that I hadn’t had the strength to pursue it.
    He kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth, tangling his hand in my hair.
    As we parted, he said, “Tomorrow you will spend the day writing.”
    “Because you’re ordering me to?”
    “Because it’s what you really want to do. I’ll make some calls, I have a friend who runs a crit group. I’m sure she’d be happy for you to join.”
    Again he left me speechless. Why did everything messy and complicated look so simple through his eyes?
    “I don’t know what to say.”
    “Thank you would be the appropriate response.”
    “Right. Thank you. I don’t know how to repay you.”
    “I have a few ideas.” He arched one eyebrow. “Let’s go back to the playroom.”
    * * * * *
    Since it was my first time being bound—by Black or anyone else—he said he wouldn’t bind me too tightly or use any complicated Kinbaku variations. I didn’t have a clue what Kinbaku was so I was grateful for the gradual introduction.
    “Undress, but leave your heels on,” he instructed.
    His unwavering stare flustered me. Granted, he’d seen my bare ass, knew what my pussy smelled and tasted like, he’d even been inside me, but he’d never seen me completely naked.
    “Don’t be shy. If I have to ask again, I’ll do it with belt in hand.”
    Though I knew the reference to a whipping was supposed to be a threat, part of me wanted him to hold me down, beat me and rip my clothes off. But we’d played that game already tonight and I was eager to try something new. Reining in my nerves, I stripped off my shirt then slid my skirt and panties to the floor. His gaze roamed over me. I could feel him assessing every inch. The same throbbing ache he’d left unresolved earlier beat a tattoo between my legs.
    “Get on all fours.” He continued to stare at me.
    Lowering myself to the floor, I shed my bra then assumed the position.
    Once he’d selected a length of rope, he squatted before me.
    “Down on your elbows, wrists together.”
    As soon as I adjusted my pose, he wound rope around my wrists and elbows then crisscrossed it around my waist and between my legs. Black pushed my calves against my thighs, hooking the rope around my high heels. Once he’d finished, I was completely splayed apart and unable to move, my ass poised in the air. I didn’t know how long I could hold this position. Already my elbows, knees and back ached.
    The clank of metal-on-metal behind me drew my attention, but I couldn’t crane my neck enough to see what he was doing. Then I heard a clipping sound and felt added support from the harness he’d created around my waist. He’d tethered me to the ceiling, taking some of the weight off my legs and arms.
    How thoughtful of him. A half-smile formed on my lips. And just how long did he intend to keep me here?
    “What a pretty pink pussy.” He patted my exposed