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licking her slowly and thoroughly until a low buzz of pleasure sparked deep in her bones.
    She’d never experienced anything so...decadent. But how could this be enjoyable for him? Wasn’t he tired of it yet? The longer it went on the more helpless and turned on she felt, and the more she wanted... more .
    “Please,” she heard herself say.
    Immediately he stopped. “Please, what?”
    She shifted restlessly, pissed at herself for saying something out loud and making him stop. “Please keep going.”
    “Exactly like I was? Or do you need something different? Something...”
    He pressed his thumb against her clit, and it was so exactly what her body had craved that she moaned.
    “Something here?” he finished.
    “Yes, oh yes...”
    Her embarrassment had disappeared, along with her inhibitions, and she pushed her hips off the bed and into his touch.
    “That’s it,” he said softly, and then he was on her again, fastening his mouth on her clit and tonguing her, sucking her, his sudden urgency like a match to tinder. The sensations built so fast that she cried out, her wrists and ankles straining against the handcuffs as her orgasm swept over her like a tidal wave.
    Her whole body quivered as she came down from the most intense climax she’d ever experienced. Her heart thundered in her chest and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath.
    After a while she realized that Keith was kissing his way up her body, soft and slow. The sensation heightened the aftershocks rippling through her, and if she hadn’t been chained up she might have floated right off the bed.
    “Keith,” she said, the word coming out like a sigh.
    He kissed her on the mouth, quick and hard and possessive.
    Her nerves were still tingling. What would happen now? She was in a frame of mind to submit to anything he asked of her.
    The truth was, she was eager. Which was why his next words were such a bucket of cold water.
    “I think that’s enough for tonight,” he said, and then he was undoing the cuffs at her wrists and ankles.
    When her limbs were free he helped her to a sitting position. He slid an arm around her waist and kissed her again, softer this time. His upper body was bare but he was wearing bottoms—sweats or pajamas or something like that.
    He hadn’t even taken all his clothes off.
    She felt disoriented and bewildered. “But…that can’t be all. You didn’t...I mean...nothing happened for you.”
    He chuckled. “I enjoyed myself thoroughly, Sarah. And I have you for a whole week. That means I can take my time.”
    He said that, but if he really wanted her he would have taken her. She’d been ready, willing, and chained up, for God’s sake.
    Her post-orgasmic bliss was fading, replaced by the much more familiar taste of anxiety.
    “Keep the blindfold on until you hear the door close. Then you can take it off.” He kissed her again, and then she felt him get off the bed. “Have a good day tomorrow, Sarah. You’ll get another letter at dinner with your instructions. I’ll see you at nine o’clock tomorrow night.”
    She heard his footsteps, and then the door closing.
    After a minute she took the blindfold off and laid it down on the bed beside her. Then she stared at the closed door and tried not to feel bereft.
    Why had he left like that?
    The most obvious answer was also the most depressing. Because the simplest explanation was that he didn’t want her. Not really. Not in that overpowering, I-must-have-you -or-I’ll-die way.
    The way that she wanted him.
    She threw herself back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.
    This was high school all over again. She wanted him, and he didn’t want her. Only now that feeling was brutally heightened, because he’d brought her to such a state of ecstasy before walking away.
    She sighed and rubbed her face with her hands. Now that she’d come down from that unbelievable high, she felt tired. She should get some sleep, and maybe things would look different in the morning.
    She