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whipped me for
a few minutes. Or was it a few hours? Time lost meaning, and I found myself in
some kind of altered state of conscious, swaying in the bonds. I felt him
releasing the chain, and then removing the cuffs. My arms fell lifeless, but he
was there, holding me, wrapping me in a close embrace.
    He removed the
blindfold, and I had to squint to see, even though the room was dimly lit by
brushed silver sconces placed discreetly along the walls. David kissed me, and
said, “You were spectacular. You were born to this. You were amazing.”
    I smiled, and
realized my body was bathed in sweat. Suddenly I felt cold, as the sweat began
to dry. David scooped me up in his arms and carried me from the room.
    Down the hall we
came to his bedroom. Kicking the door open, he brought me into a huge room. The
large bed was set in a black iron frame, with little stars and moons artfully
wrought at the headboard and footboard. Gently David lay me down on soft satin
covers. I watched quietly as he took off his jeans, and peeled down his
underwear.
    His body was
beautiful; an athlete’s body, with those sweet little indentations below each
hip. His cock was erect, and again my mouth watered as I looked at it, now
naked and ready, I hoped, for my kisses. He approached me and climbed onto the
bed.
    We kissed for a
few moments, and then he straddled my chest, pointing his cock at my lips. I
parted them, wanting to take him in my mouth. To feel his hardness swell
against my tongue. I licked the head, teasing him, slowly licking down the
shaft, and back up again, until he lost patience and pressed himself into me,
moaning with pleasure.
    I used all my
skill to kiss that beautiful cock. And now it was clearly the ‘slave’ in
control of the ‘master’, as I wrenched moans of pleasure from his lips, and
made his body twist and arch in pleasure.
    He pulled away,
his eyes bright, his voice hoarse with desire. “God, Zoë. I have to fuck you. I
have to have you.” He leaned down over me, balancing himself on his elbows as
he moved himself so that his cock was right at my entrance. I arched up, urging
him with my body to take what was his; what had always been his.
    He stretched
himself across me, covering me, and pulled my arms up, holding my wrists high
above my head, trapping me again, making me feel helpless and wildly wanton at
the same time.
    When he finally
entered me, I came almost immediately, writhing and pushing against him, trying
to take him further into me, wanting to possess him in this most primal of
ways. He obliged, thrusting hard into me, forcing an unladylike grunt from me.
    Then, in a steady
lovely rhythm, he moved in and out of me, and again the hot roiling pleasure
boiled up in my belly, as his cock filled me, and his movements created perfect
friction against my distended clit. Still he held my wrists against the
pillows, and somehow that only added to my fierce pleasure. The sensations
became overwhelming, and I heard a thin keening sound, which it took me a
moment to realize was me.
    David bucked,
dropping my wrists now as he wrapped me in a tight embrace. Softly he cried my
name, “Zoë, Zoë, Zoë,” hiding his face in my neck as he came, pushing and
pumping into me as if his life depended on it.
    Then he collapsed,
and I could feel his heart thrumming and crashing against my own. We must have
fallen asleep, because I woke up sometime in the early dawn. David was sleeping
next to me, and we were both under the sheets, which were of the softest
imaginable cotton.
    I felt a desperate
need for a cigarette, but I didn’t feel like moving. I looked over at this
amazing man who had boldly entered my life on a bet, winning me in a card game!
He looked younger asleep. Vulnerable and innocent. I felt a welling up of great
tenderness toward him. Yes, he was still gorgeous and no doubt, the minute he
woke up, once again very much in command.
    But now I leaned
over and kissed his forehead. He stirred slightly, but didn’t