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Chapter 3 - The Man at the Door I woke with a dull soreness between my thighs that was more memory than ache. My calves were stiff from riding him, and there was a tenderness in my cunt that made me press my legs together as I stretched. But it wasn't the soreness I wanted. I got up, showered, and spent the afternoon doing something I almost never did. I prepared. I went to the work room and opened the cabinet. The leather smell rose up to meet me. I took everything out, one piece at a time, and laid it on the bench. The flogger with the braided tails. The single-tail. The riding crop. A set of nipple clamps, the screw kind, not the twee little clothespins the amateurs used. A leather collar with a steel ring at the throat. Cuffs, wrist and ankle, lined with sheepskin so they wouldn't cut. A ball gag, red, medium. A butt plug, stainless, weighted. A cock ring, leather and snaps. I cleaned each one. I oiled the leather. I checked the welds on the chains. I laid it all out in neat

Chapter 5 - The Long Night I came on his mouth with a long, shaking moan, my thighs clamped around his head, and he licked me through every second of it. The whole room went white at the edges for a moment, and I held his hair in both fists and ground down onto his face until the last wave rolled out of me, and only then did I let go and pull away. I climbed off and looked at him. His face was wet to the ears. His mouth was still open, his tongue still out, like a man who hadn't been told the meal was over. His eyes, when they found mine, were glassy and far away, and he smiled up at me. "Roll over," I said. He rolled onto his stomach, and the movement dragged the chain between the nipple clamps across the mattress, and he hissed through his teeth. I unclipped the cuffs and pulled his arms out from behind him and stretched them up over his head, and I tied them to the headboard with the silk rope, one wrist, then the other, pulling them so his shoulders stretched and his

Chapter 2 - The MansionI woke to light.I blinked, groggy, my mouth dry, my head pounding like someone had been hammering on the inside of my skull. The blindfold was gone. My wrists were still bound, but loosely now, and I was sitting in a chair in a room I didn't recognize.I looked up.And there he was.He stood a few feet away with his hands clasped behind his back. Dark hair, silver at the temples. A jaw sharp enough to cut glass. Broad shoulders under a black shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, forearms corded and veined."Please," I said. My voice came out cracked and thin. "Please let me go."He didn't answer."I don't know who you are, but please… I won't tell anyone, I swear. I have a job. My family would be worried. Whatever amount you want, I'll pay you. Just let me go home."He tilted his head slightly. "I don't want your money," he said."Then what do you want? Tell me and I'll…" I pleaded."Untie her." He spoke past me, to someone behind my chair, and I twiste

Chapter 4 - Beautiful Temptation I woke before he did. Derick was still asleep beside me with one arm thrown over his head and his mouth slightly open. He looked peaceful. I lay there for a while just watching him breathe. Then I slipped out of bed. I walked to the closet and found what I was looking for… a silk slip the color of champagne, thin as breath, with lace at the hem and thin straps that barely held it up. It was the kind of thing I'd never have bought for myself. It was the kind of thing he'd bought for me. I pulled it over my head and looked at myself in the mirror and felt a small, private thrill at what I saw. Then I went downstairs to make him breakfast. I set to work, cracking eggs one-handed, whisking them with a fork, letting the butter foam in the pan before I poured them in. I was so focused on the eggs that I didn't hear him come in. His arms closed around me from behind and I jumped, then melted, and he pulled me back against his chest and buried his face

Chapter 2 — The Internship Begins I woke up before my alarm, which had been happening a lot lately. Diana was still asleep beside me, her back to me, the sheet pulled up to her shoulder. I lay there staring at the ceiling for a while, listening to the birds start up outside the window, and then I got up and went downstairs to make coffee. Ivy was already up. She was sitting at the kitchen island with a mug in both hands and her hair still damp from the shower, wearing a loose grey t-shirt and shorts, her feet bare on the rung of the stool. She looked up when I came in and smiled. “Good Morning, John." "Morning kiddo." I poured myself a cup and leaned against the counter across from her. "You're up early." "It's a habit I developed since I started school,” She took a sip of her coffee. Diana came down a little while later and made eggs, and the three of us ate breakfast together. The internship started the next day. I'd set it up myself… a spot in the marketing department, no