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together. I was shocked, scared at first, it was so totally unexpected and I wasn’t sure I liked it. But I did, soon enough, as he licked it out! And I know I want that sort of feeling again. Something intense, edgy. And I want it now. I want that rush of fear and exhilaration, the pleasure tinged with pain that I know he can supply. “Please, I’d like to try…”
    He looks at me, knowing. He smiles. “You’d like something sharp? A challenge? But not too brutal. Intense but not painful. Or not very painful? Is that it, Ashley?”
    Yes, that’s it exactly. A challenge, something to prove to me I’m still very much alive. I nod, my eyes wide with anticipation.
    “I think I can do that.”

Chapter Three
    Moments after asking Tom to come up with something suitably challenging to celebrate my soon-to-be entry to his world I found myself on my back, my wrists tied to the bed head. Still fully dressed, and his wonderful cock safely tucked away inside his zipped jeans, Tom stood at the foot of the bed and looked at me. For what seemed like hours he just stood and gazed, though in reality I suppose it was just a couple of minutes. Then, calm and unhurried, he walked around the side of the bed, knelt down and reached beneath. He pulled out the box of toys, picked it up and carried it across the room to place it on a small dresser in front of the window. His back to me, he lifted the lid and reached in. I watched—my mouth dry as he examined the contents, considered his options. I knew it wouldn’t be anything too painful—we’ve not agreed on the fine details of my submission yet, not had the ‘clothes on’ discussion that Tom seems so keen on. And I’ve yet to meet with Abbie, the fount of all submissive wisdom it would appear, and that does seem like an important step. But I knew, hoped, it would be intense. I wasn’t disappointed.
    Finally, he turned back to me, his expression stern. Serious. Gone was the playful lover. I was now starting to see the hard Dom I’ve met once before, and who Tom hinted was always there. Lurking, waiting for me. And Tom had been right, I wasn’t sure I liked him, wasn’t sure I could cope.
    He returned to his position at the foot of the bed, a pair of nipple clamps in his right hand. Dark red in color, joined together by a thin length of chain, the fierce crocodile-style jaws looking cruel. Each clamp had a bullet-like weight hanging from it, and I couldn’t even start to imagine what those were for. My ignorance would not last long.
    And in his left hand, a very familiar purple vibrator.
    “I’m going to blindfold you in a moment, but I want you to see these first. Are you happy to continue, Ashley?” The words were softly spoken, I could refuse. I knew I wouldn’t though. But, nipple clamps? Ouch.
    “Will they hurt?” I whispered the question.
    He shrugged. “Depends how tight they are, how sensitive your nipples are. How long I decide to leave them on you for. You tell me. Afterwards. And as for this”—he twirled the vibrator in his hand—“I thought it was time for a demonstration. Then next time you borrow it you’ll know how to get the full benefit.” The talking over, he stepped forward, dropped the items on the bed next to me. He reached around into his back pocket and pulled out a dark scarf. Soft, supple. My blindfold. He doubled it over into a long thin length, held it loosely in his hands as he gazed down at me, his face impassive now. “So, are you ready? Can we begin?”
    I nodded, he leaned in, and my world went dark.
    “These first, I think.” I flinched as his hands, warm and hard, caressed my breasts. His fingers stroking my nipples, rolling and lightly squeezing. I knew what was coming, gritted my teeth, expecting a sharp biting pain. Instead I felt the wet heat of Tom’s mouth, gentle as he sucked my tender nipples, then the harder edge as he lightly bit me—drew his teeth along the sensitive peaks again and again. I was gasping, moaning