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expected.
    “Good girl,” he said, just as he had before, words that warmed
me inside as if he’d banked my internal furnace. “Don’t turn away from me. Don’t
ever turn away from me.”
    Then it was like every fantasy I’ve ever had and ones I never
thought of before. He started by kissing me, his lips on mine, kissing hard. I’d
been kissed by other men—but maybe what I’d felt previously should be given a
different name from kissing. Those were pecks. Smooches. This was real. This was
what kissing is all about, a definition from a dirty dictionary. I felt his lips
part against mine. I felt our tongues meet. I wanted this to go on forever, at
least until he slid one hand along my body and began to stroke my pussy.
    “You’re wet,” he said.
    “I know.”
    That changed everything. Now, I wanted something else,
something new, something more. Jules began to kiss his way down my body. He
didn’t leave any part untouched. If his mouth was caressing my nipples—one, then
the other—then his hands were busy stroking and fondling every inch of my skin.
I felt beloved, admired, adored.
    And still I wanted more.
    Greedy. That’s what I was. Jules didn’t seem to mind.
    Finally he slid between my legs and parted my pussy lips. “Oh,
God,” I sighed, unable to keep quiet.
    “Go on,” he said, “make noise. Let it out. When I want you
quiet, I’ll use a gag.”
    I hadn’t gone there mentally before. A gag. A ball gag? A
leather strip? Would I have to make another trip to the sex toy store? Maybe.
But I had the feeling I wouldn’t have to go there alone. I imagined what the
tattooed, wise-ass clerk would think if I walked into the place with Jules at my
side, and then I fell back into reality as he started to lick my clit. For once
reality was better than my fantasies. Jules knew exactly how to work me. He
seemed to understand how sensitive I was, and he began slowly. But he didn’t
stay slow for long.
    “You like that?”
    I looked down at him. His lips were glossy with my own juices.
That realization brought a fresh tremor of excitement throughout me, and I
bucked on the bed as a way of answering. Jules was having none of that. “Answer
me when I ask you a question,” he murmured.
    “Yes,” I told him. “Yes, I like that.”
    He made sensuous circles with the point of his tongue. Then,
“Tell me. Tell me what you like.”
    I couldn’t believe it. He actually wanted me to speak at a
moment like this?
    “Tell me, Kate.”
    “Everything,” I said, hoping that would satisfy him, but
knowing somehow that it wouldn’t.
    “Tell me exactly.”
    “What you’re doing,” I stammered. “The way you’re making those
circles.”
    Oh, it felt so good. He spiraled his tongue in circles that
grew smaller and smaller until he was focused right on my clit. The pleasure and
the pressure were intense. I would have pulled away, but I couldn’t. Not
handcuffed like that. Was that the point? I’d always thought of bondage as
something you did in a dungeon—an atmosphere of darkness and chill pervading.
But this was all heat and wet. I rattled the chain. He licked me harder.
    Fuck, that felt good. As soon as I thought the words, I said
them out loud. “Fuck, that feels good.” My voice had become the blending of a
moan and a sigh. Jules continued, bringing me higher and higher until I could
almost taste the bliss of the impending climax.
    Then he stopped.
    I would have done anything, said anything, promised anything
for him to continue. But he backed off the bed and went to his desk. He returned
with a stack of white paper squares, paper I recognized, napkins I’d drawn on.
He showed me the pictures, one by one, and I felt my cheeks burn. Now I did look
away. Jules’s tone made me turn back to him.
    “You told me what you wanted,” he said, “without ever saying a
word.”
    “But why…?” I was in that hazy state of almost coming, yet I
still needed to ask. “Why?”
    “I told you before. If I’d