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suddenly jealous as I realize again that this whole room is built
for sex--just the way he likes it. He chuckles, as if he knows why I
asked, but he doesn't answer.
    By the time he's
done, my hands are stretched over my head, just high enough so that I
can't rest comfortably on my feet, but instead balance precariously
on my toes. With some trepidation, I eye the flogger on the bed. That
must be what he wants to do next. As I hang from the chains, I wonder
if it'll hurt and if so, how much. Will I like it? I don't know, but
I want to make him happy. I need to. God, I hope Chris knows what
he's doing.
    The room disappears
as Chris slips the blindfold over my eyes. Shit. Restraints I can
handle, but this? It drives me over the edge. I thrash--or try--but
end up swaying unsteadily rather than doing anything effective.
Panicked, I snarl and snap at the air, which a part of me realizes is
ridiculous, but my wolf embraces.
    Then he's at my
back, his heat enveloping me. "Easy." He lays a hand on my
shoulder and I feel instantly calmer. Still, I have to explain
myself.
    "I don't like
the dark," I whisper. It's crazy for a wolf, but there it is.
    "Red, yellow,
or green?" It takes a second before I realize what he's asking.
Red, yellow, green…then I remember. Red. I can say it if I
need things to stop. I take a deep, steadying breath and think about
it. I trust him. He'll push, but not too far. How I know this about a
man I've just met, I can't say. I just do. The knowledge calms me,
pushes the panic aside.
    He's still there,
waiting, so I give him my answer. "Green." I force myself
to relax as he walks away. He hasn't gone far. I can still feel his
heat, smell his scent and it calms the raging beast inside me. The
room is silent for a moment, rife with anticipation. I can't help it;
I tense up, waiting for the first blow.
    Unexpectedly--but
then, has anything been what I expected tonight?--it's more of a
caress. The soft leather straps slide down the skin of my back.
Blindfolded, at Chris's mercy, all I can do is feel. I am hypersensitive to
every touch, every sensation. And then, I grunt as the flogger lifts
from my skin and descends with a hard thwack that breaks the silence. It stings but the hurt fades quickly and I
sag in relief. If that's all--but no. I jump as the flogger comes
down again, harder than before. It hits my ass this time and I jerk
at the impact. "Son of a bitch," I curse, but it dies on my
lips when Chris runs the flogger down my back again.
    Another blow hits my
shoulders, then another. Light, then hard, then nothing at all…I
can't figure out any sort of pattern. All I know is that the sting is
turning into a warmth that spreads throughout my body. Strangely, I
feel…euphoric. Every so often, Chris trails a hand down my
back, soothing me.
    "You mark up so
easily," he says at one point, his breath warming my ear. I try
to imagine what I must look like from his point of view. In my mind's
eye, I see myself, nude, dangling from the chains above my head, the
skin of my back warm, pink, sweaty. Does he like what he sees?
    "Is that a good
thing?" I murmur, twisting around to try and steal a kiss. I
brush his lips, barely, before he steps away.
    "Yes," he
says with a low laugh. "I like it very much." I relax
completely and give in to the sensations. I can hardly believe it,
but the flogger no longer stings at all. It's almost pleasant
actually, in the same way a deep massage is. Without conscious
thought, I find myself begging for more, harder strokes, faster, now. My cock is leaking and
I have to wonder if I could come from this. I float, absorbing the
blows, leaning into them even. Time passes, but it might have been a
few minutes or an eternity.
    Every time my
muscles clench around the plug in my ass, I want to beg him to just
fuck me already. Then something catches my attention--the sound of
something hitting the floor, I realize--and I grow hopeful. Chris's
arms surround me. "I can't wait anymore," he murmurs