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knife on the draining board. He picked it up and cut a length of rope, then put the knife down on the table and went around behind her.
    With a dry mouth and a constriction in his throat Tom said, ‘Bring your hands around behind your back.’ Wordlessly, she did as he asked. Tom crossed her wrists and tied them tightly together. Beth gave a low grunt as the rope bit into her flesh but made no other comment. With another length of rope he lashed her elbows together, drawing her shoulders back and causing her to thrust out her breasts.
    ‘Where did you learn that trick?’ she asked, smiling up at him over her shoulder. She wriggled about on the chair and her breasts jiggled with the movement.
    ‘Oh, sudden inspiration,’ he replied. ‘I’m glad you like it. On you it looks good. Now hold still before I do something rude to your tits.’
    ‘Oh, would you, please. I’d really like that.’
    ‘Yes, I imagine you would, but I have to make something for us to eat. Got to keep up the strength for the weekend.’
    He tied a length of rope around her narrow waist and pulled it tight around the chair. Beth was pulled against the chair back, and sat up straight, waist nipped in and breasts jutting out invitingly. He stepped back to admire the effect and then returned to peeling the potatoes and seasoning the steaks he had bought earlier, intending to take them to her place. On the whole, he was pleased that she had come to him. It made a change in their usual routine (if that was the proper word) and seemed to indicate to him another stage in their relationship. Having her in his kitchen while he prepared a meal for them made him feel closer to her. He was perilously close to falling in love with her, but he didn’t want to use the L-word because she had never even raised the subject. He set the steaks aside to marinate and turned to admire Beth.
    She sat up straighter when she saw him looking in her direction. Her breasts jutted out aggressively as she drew her shoulders even further back. ‘What are you going to do to me?’ Beth asked, giving a good imitation of a romantic heroine in the hands of the villain. ‘Please, please, just let me go,’ she continued in the same vein. ‘I promise I’ll tell no one about this abduction.’
    Stepping around behind the chair, Tom knelt on the floor and whispered roughly in her ear, ‘Let you go? What makes you think I plan to let you go? I’ve only just got you here.’
    He reached around her and cupped her breasts, squeezing hard so that she gasped in surprise. ‘Nice ones, nice titties,’ he whispered. His fingers slid down to tweak her nipples, which grew hard beneath his touch. Beth inhaled deeply, gasping in pleasure as his hands continued to tease her flesh. Her breath began to come hard as she became aroused. She twisted in her bonds and the rope bit into her waist. Abruptly he let her go and went back to put the steak under the grill. Beth sat red-faced and breathless in the chair.
    ‘Don’t bother with food now! Come back and finish me off!’ she urged in a strangled whisper when she recovered her breath. She was tugging at the ropes on her wrists and was bent forward in her eagerness to offer herself to him.
    ‘Be patient. Neither of us going anywhere. You’ll feel much better after you’ve had something to eat. And I don’t intend to neglect you totally while I cook for us. Sex with you always gives me an appetite. As William once said, “Where others satiate, she but makes more hungry.” You can spend the intervals anticipating the next grope.’
    Tom slid the steaks onto the grill and put the potatoes into the microwave to begin baking. Meanwhile he set to work on the salad, chopping the onions finely and making an elaborate show of wiping the tears from his eyes. He sliced the tomatoes, washed the lettuce and put everything into a bowl. After he had added oil and vinegar, he set it aside and returned to Beth bearing a small bowl of olive oil. He dipped