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that way as you will see. Instead, he retrieved
a knife from the wall which he had never used on me for anything
other than cutting my bonds and indeed that was his purpose that
night.
    When the silk had fallen away, he rolled me
over and rubbed the circulation back into my arms, running his
hands over my breasts, reverently tracing the welts, bruises and
marks which he had left there. His fingers played with the tips of
my nipples, already sore from his lashing, but I made no protest,
no whimper. Indeed, the attention caused my breathing to quicken,
my clit to strain and throb and a whirl of fiery cinders to skitter
through me again.
    He looked at me then, with dark, lust-filled
eyes and purposefully exhaled across my breasts, his breath like a
fleeting draft of flames. He took my nipples in his teeth and
teased them, charges of electricity flickering through me, his lips
and tongue moving around the peaks like a blaze, branding me with
passion, as I was caught up, submerged in a froth of hunger.
    I felt him smile against my belly as he slid
his lips lower, leaving a hot, fiery trail which burned my skin
until he reached my core and he lapped at the profusion of wetness
trailing from me, swirling with his tongue until he had tasted all
of my juices smeared around my pussy and thighs. And then he
brought his tongue to my nub and expertly pursued it, fluidly
rolling in his lips, agitating it with his teeth, rapidly,
ceaselessly, callously, as my eyelids fluttered, my hands balled
into fists and my entire body stretched as taut as a bow, a deep
feral whine beginning to rise in my throat.
    “Not tonight,” he hissed and my head fell
back in utter despair as he brought me to excruciating peaks,
holding me there, refusing to lessen his attention, as I repeatedly
fought against climax, my skin perspiring, my body heavily flushed,
my breathing weak and ragged.
    It took all of my effort, all of my
training, all of my Jiikorian willpower superimposed by His will to
stop myself, my pulse racing, random colors swirling in my mind,
streaks of silver distorting my vision. And the effect was almost
orgasmic in itself as I panted, almost broken with exertion,
seemingly stuck on the plateau of release, but knowing that I would
never fall off if he did not wish it. He sometimes did not permit
me release for days or weeks. I was perpetually in need if he did
not allow it. Of course, I was like that anyway, with Him.
    He finally kissed my quivering button and
stopped the torment. He was not always unmerciful.
    He moved up higher on the bed and ran his
fingers lightly over the collar at my neck, tracing the exquisite,
white stones. “Such a good girl, pet,” he said. “Such a good, good
girl. Perhaps next time I will allow you release.”
    “As you wish,” I said softly, knowing I
would only ever do so if he allowed it, and even if he never
allowed it again, his words were release enough for me.
    He could not possibly have known it would be
our last time together before they came for me, before I more or
less went willingly away from Him. But for whatever reason, he
looked into my eyes and I saw something in their depths greater
than passion, more than lust, more than desire. I did not imagine
it, I am sure of it.
    And then he kissed me deeply. So thoroughly
that I felt deluged by a firestorm of sexuality, pleasure and
desire, rising and falling beneath the tide of his kiss, lost to
his sweet possession of me, feeling the electricity of desire
exchanged between our mouths, lips and tongues, intoxicated by his
dominance and wanting to be drawn within it forever. When he broke
the kiss, I floated in a sea of unbounded pleasure, savoring the
flavor of Him.
    He pulled me against him then and I knew he
would drift off to sleep while I lay in his arms. He would
sometimes stay the night after he had taken what pleasure he
desired from me. I knew this was not His usual custom from the
other girls.
    I could not help but speak to him, so strong
were