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gleeful. He looks a little startled at the tone in my voice and then grins at me.
    The clamps are tight and slightly painful. I wince for a moment, as my nipples get accustomed to their feel. Slowly, the pain recedes to the background and my nipples throb. Doug lies down on the bed, quickly rolls on a condom. He nudges my hips towards him.
    I lean over and straddle him. I feel powerful. I grab his cock, slide his head around the entrance to my pussy, just a little, just a tiny bit of teasing, to make up for how long he’s kept me aroused. He growls; a low, sexy sound in his throat. “Don’t tease, baby.”
    I don’t tease. I can’t – I ache to feel him inside me. I slide down his length, adjusting as I take in his girth. I feel stretched, full. My pussy aches again with arousal, as I slowly raise my hips, and come down on him again.
    Gradually, I get a rhythm going. Each time I come down on his cock, my breasts bounce, intensifying the ache in my nipples. They are sweet distraction, and my brain is torn, trying to process the two sensations at the same time. I move up and down on Doug’s thick length as he grips my hips. I look into his eyes. I can see smouldering need there and I respond to it, increasing my pace just a little, inclining my body so that he’s hitting my g-spot with each thrust.
    That serves as my undoing. I speed up my rhythm, each time, his beautiful cock comes in contact with that spot in my pussy, I jump a little and bite my lips. I’m moving faster, harder, grinding down on his cock, grabbing his shoulders and forearms, running my hands over his chest, whimpering as the tremors run through me. I can feel the muscles in my pussy clamp down on Doug and the ache in my nipples intensify as I bounce harder on him. Then, I’m breaking apart again in a powerful, shuddering orgasm, and as the muscles in my pussy contract around his cock, he comes too, with a groan.
    I get off him and he pulls me next to him. His body is warm. He feels good next to me.

Chapter 6
     
    Doug’s fallen asleep next to me. I lie quietly, not wanting to disturb him.
    Instead, I try to process the sex.
    Not what I expected. That’s the first thought that pops through my head, and I explore that, trying to understand exactly what I had thought this encounter would be like. I thought there’d be more ordering around. I’ve read a thousand BDSM stories, seen a thousand BDSM videos. I thought I’d spend some time on my knees, sucking him off, and if I did a good job, he’d let me come.
    I shake my head. His control is much more subtle than that. I get a sense that there won’t be too much ordering around with Doug. So far today, he’s made mild requests, with rewards for good behaviour. I’m being trained to obey. That thought scares me a little.
    But I can’t deny the wetness that seeped through my panties at his impeccable control of my body.
    I don’t want to think about this. To think about the nature of his control on me. Although there’s been a deep craving for pain inside me for many years, I’m not sure if I’m ready to do this, to cede control to Doug. Someone I barely know.
    But the sex… the sex was amazing.
    “So have sex with him, Sara,” I tell myself. “Just don’t get involved.”
    ***
    Things like that are always easier said than done. When Doug wakes, he stretches, deliciously. “I have to walk Alia,” he says, “else she’ll get really, really cranky. Want to come with me, and then, maybe, we can do this again?”
    Yes. Doing this again sounds very good. I can’t take my eyes off Doug’s naked body. I nod my agreement and hunt for my panties.
    Alia is delirious with joy when she sees the leash, her tail wagging hard in enthusiasm. I laugh at her. She’s adorable, and her good-humour is pretty contagious. We set off for a walk.
    “Tell me about yourself,” Doug prompts, as we wander in the streets of Rosedale. But this is precisely what I don’t want to do. My resolve to not get