"I will take the time to know you better than you know yourself."
I believed him.
"Your strengths, your weaknesses. I am always searching for new ways to open your
soul...”
His fingers slid into my sex deftly.
"To my touch."
My legs grew weak and I held tightly to the chains supporting me. His fingers feeding the
desire that was growing inside me to unbearable proportions. I moaned against my will,
softening all over as his fingers slid home.
"I have traveled the world learning how to torment and treasure. I know the Fist,
The Greek and the feel of slick tight cunt around my cock. I can safely take you beyond
your wildest fantasies."
His voice was a mere breath of sound against my ear.
"Yes, please...”
I begged, beyond shame. Hoping for. What? Orgasm? Acceptance? I closed my eyes in
misery. My spread legs aching terribly. My head rolling into my arm, helplessly. I felt
my heart in my throat. I ached with desire. A throbbing, pulsing heat. I tried to speak,
but bit it off because I had not been spoken too. The last of rational thought in my head.
"Speak, Anne."
He ordered this, never ceasing the gentle motion between my legs. This was so hard for
me. I had never been very good at revealing secrets. Beat me, but don`t ask me why I want
you too.
"I`m frightened of who I am, sir."
Soft hands on my shoulders. Traci. The tenderness more of a horrifying shock than the
brutality. More painful, inside, anyways.
"Why?" Jon asked, his voice sounding almost intrigued by what my reply would
be. "Answer me, and never, ever hesitate."
"I fear punishment as much as I crave it. I fear because it has been so long and I
am so hungry."
Total honesty. Total submission. Letting light into the darkness that was inside me. The
darkness that was my sexuality. Savagely suppressing the conservative voices of shame that
told me this...wonderful feeling would damn me for all time to the eternal pits of Hell.
"I fear the loss of control."
The true crux of my problem. I felt tears then, filling my eyes and captured by the edge
of my lashes. "I am not supposed to enjoy..."
"You are bound."
Traci said it to reassure me. Attempting to ease the guilt that flowed through me.
"We are in control."
I whispered the secret that I had kept to myself so long that to reveal it was more
intimate than the act of love itself. My voice was low.
"I orgasm under the strap."
Shame spilling the wetness from my eyes. Hands stroking me from both sides. Jon`s low
laugh from behind me then his soothing voice in my ear.
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