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Her hair was still
up, she noticed, and wondered if she should take it down. It would end up down
eventually, she decided, pulling the pins from it so that it cascaded down and
around her shoulders, covering the tips of her breasts. She looked like Eve,
she decided, staring at herself in the glass again.
    She was just placing her earrings on a
side table when he came down the stairs again, carrying a small bag. Her
heartbeat raced at the sight of him—he’d removed his shoes, jacket and
shirt, leaving on only the pair of grey slacks. The muscles of his chest were
perfectly formed as they gleamed in the light. But the smile on his lips died
as his eyes landed on hers, and she recoiled as they flashed with ire.
    “Did I ask you to let down your hair?” he
asked softly as he approached her
    “N-no, Master.” She backed up a step as
he closed the distance between them, and her legs hit the back of the couch as
he placed his hands on either side of her hips.
    “Did I not tell you that you were to
follow my orders?”
    “Yes, you did,” she whispered. “Master.”
    “Then why did you not follow them?”
    “But I did,” she told him, confused. “I
took off the shoes and dress. I didn’t realize you wanted me to leave everything
else on.”
    He stroked the side of her cheek gently.
“I understand you are new to all this,” he told her, looking deeply into her
eyes, and she relaxed slightly as she saw the anger in them had abated. “And I
will learn to be more specific with my directions. But when we are together you
must do exactly as I say, nothing more, nothing less. If you disobey my orders,
you will be punished. And I’m afraid I’ll have to punish you now.”
    Katherine gulped, her eyes wide. “Yes,
Master.” What sort of punishment would he give her?
    “Turn around,” he ordered, grabbing her
arms when she did so. She felt him wrap cloth around her wrists, tightly enough
so that she could feel the bones rub together as he tied the knot. “I’ve
changed my mind. We’re going upstairs.”
    With one hand on her shoulder and the
other around her forearm he marched her up the winding staircase and through
the ornate double doors. They opened into a lavish bedroom with thick
carpeting, gilt-edged walls, and a canopy bed with sin-black sheets that looked
so decadent her pulse jumped at the idea of being in it with him. Instead of
leading her to it, he pushed her onward to the opposite wall, which was
completely concealed by dark, heavy curtains. Pulling on a golden rope, the
curtain glided to the left, revealing a black dungeon door. Without releasing
his grip on her shoulder, he inserted a large metal key into the lock, then
pulled open the door. She half expected it to creak ominously, but it glided
open silently on obviously well oiled hinges.
    Inside, her jaw dropped at the sight---
the walls were dark grey stone, like that in a true dungeon, with fake torches
glowing in brackets placed all along the walls. A long, metal table dominated
the room, black restraint cuffs resting at the corners. She could see they were
attached to the table by chains. There was some sort of swing-like contraption
near the far wall that she couldn’t even conceive of, and there was another
table with various tools and restraints. She tried to crane her neck to get a
look at them, but he led her straight to the table and lifted her up onto it.
    Since she had no hands to support her,
she was forced to turn her head to the side and rest her cheek against the cold
metal. As she did so, her eyes widened at the sight of a wide, rectangular
mirror, displaying her full length as she sprawled on the table. She was
shocked at just how wanton she looked, with her hair spilling around her face,
her breasts pressed against the table, and her scantily-clad ass rising in the
air.
    She watched as Mark placed one of his big
hands on her bottom, meeting her eyes in the mirror, and smiled slightly.
“There’s one in front of you too, and also