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The woman screamed, her voice hoarse, the high-pitched sound that seemed to come from deep in her throat. She is shouting something. I wonder if that's his name. For some reason, that thought made me extremely angry. Here I am, right here, in this place, tied to a damn bedpost like an object while another woman screams his name. No doubt it was the intense orgasms. Yet I must call him Master. I have no right to call his name. Even at the top, which I wouldn't do if I did, that's not the point. She screams again and this time I can't stop myself from moaning his name out loud, not in ecstasy like hers, but in pain. I had never called his name before, and hadn't realized it until now. Ever since I came here, I always think about each passing day. In my head, he was Eric, always, but I never let his name escape my lips. I spoke up again, challenging myself to call his name a little louder, forcing myself to stay ahead of the competition. More aches came, they were heavy, warm and wet be

With deft fingers, he managed to lock my wrists between the bars of the bed. My body tensed, preparing to fight. His weight left the bed. Then I heard him undressing. This time is different. Very different. I pulled the rope. "Please, do not." I couldn't stop myself from speaking up. He prepared very slowly. I looked into the dark space around me, trying to catch his hazy form more clearly. My blood vessels throbbed in my ears and fear seemed to be in the air. His weight caused the bed to shift, and it was immediately clear to me that what was about to happen was inevitable. He pressed his bare chest against my bare back, his weight almost crushing me. “Do you want to be my lover, Kitten? Is that why you called out my name?” I struggled frantically, trying to push him off my back and tug at his bound wrists. Worse than useless. I feel him harden between my thighs. And I lay motionless. He's completely naked. He had never been completely naked before. I sobbed on the bed sheet. He d

The door slowly opened, and Eric's shadow, looking less intimidating than it was obvious, was surrounded by light from the room behind him. I must admit I was extremely relieved when I saw him. Eric. I stopped myself before I could say his name, and took a deep breath instead. Sit down…wait. He stood by the door, then leaned on it leisurely. What looked like a silk nightgown lay casually in his left hand. I stared as he held it up to me. Tired, I tried to make out his expression in the dark. Another damn game? If that's the case, then this is the most cruel game. “What, Kitten? Are you going to put it on or have you finally gotten over the fun or the sentimentality?” I waited for the next sarcasm to come out, but he just looked at me questioningly. I walked over to him and grabbed his shirt, sure to meet resistance. But that didn't happen, so I fell forward, my cheek touching his chest for a brief moment before straightening up again. He laughed, an almost…sweet smile. The fabric is

“I have five brothers,” I said, determined not to tell him about my sisters. He looked at me for a long time before speaking again. “And you are…?” "Oldest sister." He leaned back in his chair and stared at me, piercing me with his dark eyes as if he knew things I didn't, and was thoroughly amused by it. "And your parents?" Why did he suddenly care? “Only my mother. My father passed away a long time ago.” "Is he gone?" he asked, almost cautiously. “No,” I replied, irritated, “just…just go away.” "So your brothers are brothers from different fathers?" “Um…several different fathers.” I look down at my plate again, pushing the food around, trying not to think about him looking at me. “Your mother has children with more than one man?” he sounded… not very agreeable. Shaking his head slightly, he whispered under his breath, "Western." Then again, his eyes darted to mine, “How does that make you feel?” What are you? My Psychiatrist? "I do not know. I guess I don't really care." “

Eric was amazed at the length of the way his hostage agreed to walk just to get out of 'her room'. He wondered, not for the first time, what the hell was he thinking. He knew this was the last thing he should do, invite her into his space. She had already found her way too far into his mind. The longer he was with her, the harder it became for him to trust himself. Especially at this moment, when every glance in the girl's direction evoked memories of her shivering beneath him, longing for more but never realizing. She was a far cry from the shy girl he'd met that day on the streets of Los Angeles. What he did was wrong, somewhere deep down he knew it, and yet he still couldn't honestly say he wouldn't do it again even if given the chance. Or he doesn't want to do it again. There was just something about her, something he wanted to taste and touch. Something he wanted to take. This was the first time she had made an offer, and he had to hold back violently to refuse. A sudden shiver