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just that. The sound echoed through the bathroom, but..." I shrugged, shook my head. "It wasn't you."
    He nodded, and I knew this time he wasn't waiting for me to go on. He, too, had to follow his thoughts sometimes. In the end, he gave me a small, deep smile.
    "Don't worry, little pet. I'll give you a fix when I see you."
    His words shot through me, pulsed in my clit and I sighed. Tears welled up and went away and I scooted closer to his face on the screen.
    "Yes, Sir. Thank you."
    "What's on your mind?" I shivered when he said it, rubbed my face with the palm of my hand. "I can tell something is."
    "I guess..." I shook my head, squeezed my thighs together for some kind of relief. I wanted to cry and to come, and that heady mixture made me dizzy with need. "I just... It's normal, isn't it? I don't think I'm a masochist, I don't want to be a masochist, but I can't stop thinking about... when you..."
    My voice gave out, my hand inched to my stomach and then I stopped it short.
    "When I made you hurt?"
    I took a deep breath. His voice was calm and quiet and the headphones fed it right into my ears, into my veins and my nervous system. My heart started to slow down.
    "Yeah. Yeah... that. And, you know, and cry."
    "And cry. That's part of it. If you're that kind of girl."
    I bit my lip. "Do you like that kind of girl?"
    He held my gaze for one suspended moment, and he chuckled, shook his head and sighed. "And here I thought you were supposed to be the smart one. Of course I do. Can't you tell?"
    I wrinkled my nose at him—and could just resist poking my tongue out. But some kind of tension loosened in the set of my shoulders and my head felt lighter on the pillow. I exhaled a sigh; my fingers ran along the edge of the laptop, caressing the closest piece to him they could.
    "And baby girl?"
    "Yes, Sir?"
    "Don't do that again. If you try to hurt yourself, you only do so at my behest, understood?"
    I nodded again. My face felt hot and pulsing. "Yes, Sir."
    "Good girl. No need to make things more confusing than they already are, okay?"
    "Yes, Sir."
    "Now, what about the other thing?" He shifted in his seat, maybe crossed his legs the other way over. Then he reached for a mug of tea. His eyes never left the screen. "Did you do as I asked you to do? I hope you didn't forget."
    I shook my head forcefully, as my hand formed a small fist in my sheets. "No Sir, I... I did not forget. I did... as you said."
    "Tell me."
    "I... I practiced." This was ridiculous. I was a grown woman, I could say the words. "I pushed a... a finger into my," I coughed to buy time. "My ass, Sir."
    "Atta girl. Was that really so hard to say?"
    The answer was yes, but I shook my head, contrite enough to at least not lie out loud. There it was again, the quick pulsing sensation in my neck and my temples as my heart rate picked up.
    "What did it feel like?"
    "Good. Um, good, Sir. It felt... you know, good."
    He chuckled, but something flickered across his face. I knew then that I was going to be punished. I didn't know how or when, but it would happen. Nothing too big, small enough to befit falling so far below my usual level of eloquence.
    "Show me," he rasped then and I squeezed my eyes shut. There it was. My fingers started to tremble, but he didn't stop. "Get your lube and come back. I want to see how your practice is coming along, pet."
    It was still on the nightstand, so that wouldn’t buy me any time. My heart raced and I felt dizzy when I rolled onto my back and reached for the small tube. It still had that new look to it, glittering and almost full, still with edges sharp enough to cut my skin.
    Paul hadn’t moved when I turned back to the screen. He was watching me intently and I held the tube up, struggling for words. I tried to remind myself of that afternoon in his cottage. We were in his bathroom, my ass was red and sore. I’d cried a lot and felt empty and floating and all his. He’d bent me over in the shower, started to clean me there. I