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climaxes,
so that when I do allow you to come it will be all the more intense for the
both of us.” He put her hands above her head and showed her without words to
keep them there. “If you ever feel the need to stop, you need only tell me to
by using your safe word and I’ll stop immediately. Have you thought of one?”
    “Yes. White-out. I understand that
there are colors too? Ones that I use to tell you that you need to slow down?” He
nodded, glad she had some understanding of what was going to happen. “I used
the traffic lights in my book. I would like to use those as well.”
    That meant that if she said green if he asked her, she was fine, yellow to slow it a bit, and red to stop only what he was doing and not the play. He opened her legs wide and
then crawled back on the bed to sit on his heels between them. Christ, she was
soaking wet and she smelled like a banquet to him.
    “I want you to keep your pussy
bare for me. Starting tomorrow, if possible. When I eat you I want nothing to
bar my way. I also want you to wear no panties and skirts when you come to see
me. And you will, daily. I want you to come into my office and present yourself
to me.” He reached down and began to stroke his hard cock. “Do you like to suck
cock?”
    “I don’t…I’ve never done it
before. I actually don’t enjoy…I’ve never really liked sex before this.” He
looked up at her when she said that. “I always thought it was sort of a messy
way to get close to someone.”
    He’d read her books, particularly
the sex, and he thought maybe he knew why sex had not meant that much to her. She
was a closet sub and most of her scenes said that. He nodded.
    “Tonight is about rules. Then
we’ll go over what I want from you as we progress. Are you still with me,
Jasmine?”
    She nodded then spoke again. “Do
you have toys, Nathan? Things that you’ll use on me? Things that you’ll strap
me to?”
    “No, not really. I’ve never
found…I’ve been looking for a sub first. I’ve been… I’ll be honest with you,
Jasmine. I’ve spent most of my life, even as a child, either drunk or high on
one form of drugs or another. And before you ask, I’m clean. It seems that a
drunk or addict can’t really have sex well. Probably because we can’t have a
good erection and, when we do, it’s usually short lived.”
    “Then how did you, I mean, how did
you know this is the kind of sex you wanted?” Such an innocent question, one
she had a right to ask.
    “Because, like you, I was raped. Not
by my parents, but by some of the people who were supposed to treat me. I found
that I liked it. And as I got older, stronger, it was then that I realized I
could tie them down and have my way. I got a bigger satisfaction than when they
tied me down.”
    She didn’t say anything. He waited
and watched her face to see if she was sickened by his admission. She only
nodded at him. Nathan felt his breath whoosh from his lungs at her acceptance. He’d
never told anyone that before, not even his own therapist.
    Nathan wanted to reward her and he
knew just what to do. He leaned down to her center and inhaled her scent. Heavenly.
He spread her thighs open and watched as her nether lips fluttered. He couldn’t
wait to taste her and ran his tongue deep into her cleft.
    “I want you to come as much as you
want while I eat you. I want to taste this creaminess and lick it from you. Understand
me?” She nodded. He pinched her thigh. “You’ll answer me when I ask you
something or I may change my mind.”
    “Yes. I understand.” She tilted
her hips up to his mouth. “Please. I beg you.”
    He licked her again, ignoring her
clit and not giving her the climax they both wanted. “You’ll clarify what I
tell you so that I won’t have to punish you unnecessarily. And you’ll never beg
me. You will also call me ‘Master’ when you speak to me in the bedroom or when
we are at play. And you will be simply ‘slave.’ Understand?”
    “I will call