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flick of his fingers.
    “Do you like it when I touch you?”  His voice was nothing
but a deep whisper.
    “Yes,” I said with a falter.
    He stepped back and studied me from the short distance. 
“Take those panties off.  Never enter my home again wearing panties, am I clear
on that?”
    I nodded and I slid my panties down my thighs as gracefully
as one can while wearing five inch heels and nothing else.
    “Good, bend over and touch your ankles,” he said, making his
way back to his comfortable chair.
    With a gasp I did as I was told.  I was trying to
concentrate on anything that would keep my mind from talking to me, and his
voice was becoming my hypnotic tool.  Part of the comfort and excitement about
him was that I knew he’d done this before.  Hell; they probably had classes on
it in his club.  But I’d needed a man who knew what he was doing, not one
looking to use me as practice.  This isn’t a game for me.  It’s an introduction
to a new way of life; one that I pray will release me.
    “Very well.  Sit down, Elizabeth.”
    I did as I was told.
    “I’ve had a rough day,” he began.  “It would be easy for me
to take you now – like I want to - but that would only free me from my pain.” 
He seemed deeply troubled.  “Why do you want this?”
    My skin was melting into his plush sofa with each word he
spoke and I started to worry that if I was told to stand again a wet spot might
be left in my wake.  But this was a question I’d been prepared for, “Because
I’m not satisfied during sex.”
    “And you believe you’re missing something?  Something
crucial?”
    “Yes,” I said glancing up into the dark pools of his eyes
hoping that he would see my need.
    “Have you even had an orgasm before?”
    I sat silently, humiliated by the answer, “No.” I said
finally.
    He stared at me in disbelief, “Never?”
    “Never,” I repeated.  “Well, not with anyone else.”
    Now he cleared his throat and ran his fingers across the
stubble on his chin as if considering what to do with me.  I’d never admitted
to anyone that orgasms had eluded me; it wasn’t something that came up during
normal conversation and I wasn’t proud of it.  But it was the reason I was here
tonight.
    “So you came here hoping that I’d give you that experience,”
he said, but it wasn’t a question.  “I’m half tempted to do it, not because I
think you’ve earned it.  Showing up here looking like a two dollar whore…”  I’d
disappointed him.  “But because I want to wipe that look off your face.  It’s
there now as it was the first day I saw you:  Raw need, ultimate
disappointment, and a tank of hope that’s running on empty.  I couldn’t stand
it the day you walked into the bar, and I can’t stand it now.  Oh fuck it, come
here.”
    Four steps to stand in front of him and each one seemed like
eternity.  He reached up abruptly and plucked at my most tender spot.  I’d
shaven it for the occasion, and he inspected me with his fingers until they
became drenched, then he pushed inside.
    Upwards.
    Exploring.
    Finally he seemed satisfied and withdrew, leaving me
breathless and desperately in need.  A harsh ache attacked my belly as my lips
below quivered and clamped.  Only the humiliation of standing in front of him
naked held me steady.
    “On the floor.”
    I took two steps back, and knelt on the floor in front of him.
    “Show me.”
    “What?”
    “Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
    “I…”  I literally was dumbfounded, embarrassed, but honestly
too scared and excited to actually verbalize anything.
    “Now!” he commanded.  With a smooth and velvety voice his
continued, “Sit back and spread your legs… show me.”
    I didn’t even process anything more than the actual words,
yet my desire to please him took over and I complied without question.  Sitting
back on the carpet I spread my legs, bending my knees and balancing my heels of
the shoes on his floor.  Using my left