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although I really didn’t need to—her facewas an open book. But I wanted her to know I cared about how she felt, that I would always keep her thoughts and wants in
     mind.
    “More. I need more.”
    I circled the crop around her again and then slapped it against her clit. She couldn’t hold her response back, and she cried
     out, pulling against the chains.
    Her reaction surprised me. I never would have guessed how responsive she would be. How much she enjoyed what I was doing.
     How she seemed to crave it.
    I wanted to keep her in chains all night, to bring her to the edge of pleasure again and again before allowing her to fall
     over. But I reminded myself how new she was to this, how she might question her response in the morning, and I knew I shouldn’t
     push her too much.
    “You look so good chained before me, pulling against my restraints, in my house, moaning and crying for my whip.” I trailed
     the crop back up to her breast. “Your body is begging for release, isn’t it?”
    “Yes,” she moaned.
    “And you’ll have it.” I slapped the crop against her clit once more because I couldn’t help myself. “But not tonight.”
    I walked away and put the crop back on the table, took some salve from the drawer and placed it in my pocket. I heard the
     chains rattle behind me.
    Someone was just as sexually frustrated as I was.
    “I’m going to unchain you now,” I said, walking back to her. “You will go straight to bed. You will sleep naked and you will
     not touch yourself at all. There will be severe consequences if you disobey.” I undid the chains and removed the scarf. “Do
     you understand?”
    She swallowed. “Yes, sir,” she said, and I saw that she did.
    “Good.” I took the salve from my pocket and opened it. I gently rubbed the ointment on one of her wrists and then the other.I didn’t think she’d pulled too hard on the chains, but it was best to err on the side of caution.
    “All done,” I said, once I finished. “You may go to your room.”
    I watched her slim, nude figure walk out the door and knew I was done for. I’d do whatever it took to keep her with me.

Chapter Five
    I was going to do a bad thing.
    And while I hated myself for it, I knew I’d do it anyway.
    I was going to give Abigail a fake safe word.
    I got up from my bed and started pacing. It was wrong. So very wrong. With my previous submissives, I had used the standard
     green/yellow/red safe-word system. The relationship-ender safe word I planned to give Abigail was deceptive. And it was wrong.
     So wrong, I’d be ostracized from the community if word got out.
    But how would word get out? Abigail wasn’t going to tell anyone.
    I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell anyone.
    I’d never had a submissive use a safe word before. I told myself I could read Abigail’s signs easily, so I’d never push her
     too far. I’d check in with her often. If you thought about it that way, who needed safe words anyway?
    Safe, sane, consensual people.
    But I could be safe, sane, and consensual without a safe word. I knew I could. And Abigail would think twice about using the
     safe word if she thought she’d have to leave. It was the perfect way to ensure she stayed with me.
    Yes, I decided, we’d be fine without safe words. Perfectly safe.
    I walked over to my nightstand and opened the top drawer.The leather box looked up at me and I lifted the lid off. The next day, I planned to offer Abigail my collar.
    That would be another rule broken—I never collared a submissive before taking her. Never. What exactly was I doing by offering
     my collar to Abigail without having her first?
    I couldn’t answer that question. I only knew I was.
    I held the choker in the palm of my hand and tried to imagine how it would look on her. How her long, delicate neck would
     look with my collar around it. She would wear it all week, and even though the world would see it as just a pretty necklace,
     she and I would know the truth—she was