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her love of symmetry, his right cheek tightened in anticipation. Instead, a gentle feather tickled his spine as it climbed slowly from his ass crack to the top of his neck. After which, he imagined it hovering over his head…
    Or was that the whisper of the whip?
    Of course it was. It came down high on his left thigh.
    Art’s yelp only made his mistress laugh. “Why don’t you say it?” she taunted him. “Go on! You know you want to .”
    “I—I can’t.” He gasped. “Not…yet.”
    “Sure you can.” She ran a long fingernail down his back before taking his butt plug and twisting it—hard. “Quit pretending to be so loyal to her. If that were the case, you wouldn’t be here with me.”
    She was right, of course.
    Kelly was always right.
    Their affair had started just last week after the Halloween parade. She was dressed in a medieval damsel-in-distress costume to complement her son’s Robin Hood outfit. When she walked over to say hello, she had cradled Wills in such a manner that her breasts almost popped out of the low, rounded neck of her dress.
    After seeing her sly smile, Art wasn’t going to turn down her request that he help her load Wills and his candy stash into her car. Besides, Bettina was too busy schmoozing with some doctor whose charity she fronted, so she’d never even know he’d taken off.
    When they got to Kelly’s BMW SUV, she asked Art to buckle Wills into his car seat. He was obliging her when he felt her hand caress his ass.
    She really had his attention when she grasped his balls.
    “I bet you like it rough.” Her guttural mutter in his ear elicited a slow nod. Then she took two things from her purse: a pen, with which she wrote her telephone number on his hand and a steel ring, about an inch and a half in diameter.
    “What is this?” He was almost afraid to ask.
    “A cock ring.” She drew out the second word so that it was almost three syllables. “Have it on when you see me next—tomorrow morning, at my place, seven-thirty sharp. After that, every Tuesday and Thursday, same time and place. Keith, my husband, is a doctor. He’s out of the house by seven.”
    The thought of the cold, hard disk pressing against his dick had him near bursting. “Before work?…But what will I tell Bettina I’m doing?”
    Kelly cocked her head as she considered that for a moment. “Oh, I don’t know. Fucking her old pal?”
    Of course, she’d been kidding.
    At least, he thought at first.
    That night, he told Bettina he’d signed up for a gym membership, so he could work out before going into the office. She never questioned whether he was telling her the truth. In the evening, he certainly complained enough about new aches and pains. Had Bettina ever bothered to look closely at his bruises and welts, she would have noticed that most of them were on his backside.
    He was surprised how readily he had agreed to Kelly’s domination. Seeing her in a sexy vinyl teddy made it easier for him to agree to slip into anything she demanded: cock rings, shackles, blindfolds, handcuffs, collars, whatever.
    The very first spanking had shamed him and thrilled him at the same time. By the second, he couldn’t wait to feel her pain.
    The beatings were always followed by great sex, but only after Art broke down and uttered the words Kelly lived to hear, “I hate that bitch, Bettina.”
    The truth was that he couldn’t wait to say it. And not just for the sex, but because it thrilled him that Bettina’s old friend Kelly despised his wife as much as he did.
    But as long as he pretended otherwise, he’d stay in Kelly’s bed.
    Well, not exactly her bed. More like her dungeon. The placard on the locked door proclaiming the home’s atelier KELLY’S CRAFT ROOM was part of the thrill. He wondered how long it had taken her to make the quilts that hung on its padded walls and the painted angels that adorned the paddling bench he now straddled.
    He also wondered if her husband, the elusive and hardworking Dr.