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finally, “I want it.”
    “You want what,
Zoë? Say it.”
    “I want you to
whip me.”
    “Lovely,” he
murmured. Standing in front of me, slowly he unbuttoned that pale yellow silky
shirt. He was long and lean, but well muscled, especially his chest and
shoulders. He was tanned and his stomach was strong. My eyes were drawn down to
his jeans, which he didn’t remove, though I was silently willing him to. I eyed
the still-erect cock pressing against the denim and my mouth actually watered.
    I wanted to taste
that cock, but apparently that wasn’t in the cards. At least not yet. Instead
David said, “Zoë, I want you to really luxuriate in the sensations this
whipping is going to create for you. And so I am going to blindfold you. It
will heighten the sensations. Is that all right?”
    I nodded, thinking
perhaps that would be easier in some ways. He slipped a little sleep mask over
my eyes. Now I couldn’t see, and my hearing seemed to sharpen. I could hear the
swish of the leather as he stroked it across my back and breasts. I could hear
his breathing, low and sweet, and my own breathing, now ragged and shallow.
    This was really
happening! I was bound, naked and helpless in this mysterious man’s house.
Amelia was the only other person that knew where I was, but even so, what could
she do now? She was busy hosting her gala, waiting for my call tomorrow to tell
her about his bathrooms and square footage. He could kill me now, and no one
would be able to do a thing about it.
    This was silly! I
knew I could trust David. I had known it really from the first time he spoke to
me; from the first time I had felt the undercurrent of our special connection.
Something about being blindfolded though, made me feel so vulnerable.
    I heard the
whistle a second before I felt the lash. The caressing had stopped, and the
stinging began. Because I couldn’t see, I never knew where it was going to
land. He struck my ass first, the fleshiest part. Several times he did that,
and the sting was mounting on a bottom already tender from the earlier
spanking.
    I started to
breathe heavier now, and move in my bonds, as if I could get away. The lash landed
on my thighs, and then my back. I yelped. It hurt much more on my back, which
wasn’t padded like my bottom. He covered it evenly, until my entire back was
stinging, and I was writhing and moaning, pulling hard against the wrist cuffs.
    I was whimpering,
and breathing so hard I thought I would pass out. “David,” I cried out, though
I couldn’t seem to finish the sentence, or even have a coherent thought. I was
falling into some kind of ethereal realm. I felt light-headed and somehow
disconnected from reality. And yet somewhere below it all I felt peaceful,
deeply peaceful. But still with that burning, aching overlay of unrequited
desire.
    I felt his arms go
around me, and his long hard body press against mine. His chest felt lovely
against my breasts. I pushed into him, wanting him to take me down; to take me
to his bed. “David,” I begged again, still not articulating my desperate need.
    “Shh,” he
whispered, smoothing my hair from my face, holding me in his arms. “Zoë, Zoë,
slow your breathing. Calm down, baby. It’s me, David. I know you don’t know me
yet, sweetheart. Not in terms of years. But you and I know each other. In every
way that counts. Trust me, angel. I won’t take you further than you can go. And
if I do, you know the magic words.”
    Right. The ‘magic
words’ – red light. I found I had no desire to say them. I was still
frightened, but also deeply, almost hypnotically aroused. I felt I would do
anything for him at that moment; take anything for him. He continued to hold
me, and I felt my breathing slow, my body relax.
    I leaned back into
him. Slowly he let me go, leaving me tethered and chained. I was still afraid,
but I didn’t want to say those words. Not yet. Maybe just knowing that I could
was enough. There was a way out, if I needed it.
    He