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her desire. “I like the flogger,” she confirmed, her cheeks flushed. “A lot.”
    I rested one hand on her thigh and she parted her legs slightly. Oh, my bright star was turned on. I couldn’t wait to play with her. “Any other requests?”
    Her forehead wrinkled as she considered. I loved this. She wasn’t flinching away from me. She was leaning into my body, so close that I could see each inhale and exhale of breath she took. Under that midnight blue evening gown, her nipples had pebbled and I wanted to run my palms over them, teasing, playing, until she begged me to go harder.
    The only time we’d been in the playroom, I hadn’t been certain she was there because she wanted to be. I’d had to be cautious, careful not to do anything that caused her to panic. Today, things were different.  
    My dick stirred in my pants. Anticipation ran hot in my blood as I waited for her to respond.
    “No Sir.”
    I rose to my feet, extending my hand to her. “Come on then,” I replied. “Your punishment awaits.”
    A shiver ran through her as I opened the door of the playroom. Then her fingers grazed the necklace she still wore. “Should I remove this before we play?” she asked me. She shot me a cheeky grin. “I’m assuming that your insurers wouldn’t approve of whatever you are going to do.”
    I laughed. Oh, I liked her unafraid. “So much attitude,” I said, layering sternness into my voice. My hands reached for her ponytail and tugged, pulling her head back until I was looking into her eyes. “Being a brat might get you punished here, cherie .”
    Her lips tugged into a smile. “You enjoy it,” she accused. She reached out and ran her palm over my trousers, tracing the outline of my erection. “Don’t you, Sir? ”
    I laughed. “Shh.” I put a finger over her lips. “Be good.” I walked behind her and kissed the exposed spot at the back of her neck. I felt her quiver in response and my cock jumped once again. My fingers found the zipper and pulled it down, letting the gown ripple fluidly onto the floor. “Step out of it, Jenny.”
    She obeyed. She was still wearing the strappy silver sandals she’d worn to the concert. I stood for a minute, just admiring her body. Her breasts were cupped lovingly by a midnight blue lace bra. The matching panties contrasted with the pale skin of her ass. My palms itched to touch her, to caress her body and spank it. I wanted to feel her wriggle helplessly against me, her eyes bright with desire.
    “I’m going to tie you up,” I said. Had she been a more experienced submissive, I wouldn’t have told her what was on the agenda. But she was so skittish that I wanted to soothe her, because when she gave herself openly, she was magnificent.
    “Yes Sir,” she said, her voice breathy with anticipation.
    I pulled out lengths of soft black rope from a dresser, setting them on the bed in the playroom. Unlike the one in my bedroom, this one wasn’t an opulent affair. A thin mattress, but with the softest of sheets. It wasn’t a great bed to sleep in, but it served one important purpose. The frame was made of metal and it was incredibly sturdy. Perfect for tying Jenny down, open for me.
    Her eyes tracked me as I walked towards her, and once again, there was no fear. Just lust, bright and shining.
    ***
    Ellie / Jenny:
    The rope should have scared me. The thought of being immobilized, unable to fight back, should have made me stiff with panic. It didn’t.
    I kept my eyes on him. I felt my lust roll off me in a tidal rush of waves, in a bone-deep desire, in a heavy languor that permeated my entire body.  I felt his pleasure at my response, his own sharp want rising in the face of my unhidden need.
    “Should I take off my bra and panties?” My voice was soft and hesitant. Not afraid. Just submissive. As if I was holding my trust out to him, waiting for him to take me and hold me and keep me balanced at the edge, but always, always safe.
    His answering look was hard against