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involved with Doug means that I have to keep our relationship purely sexual.
    “There’s not a lot to tell,” I say evasively. It strikes me that I do actually have to tell him something though. He doesn’t know I’ve given my two weeks’ notice. I tell him.
    “Where are you going to be working, what are you going to be doing?” he asks me. He’s genuinely interested. Crap. Sex, Doug, let’s keep this about sex.
    I name my new employer. They are a small, but very well-regarded marketing agency, one of the few harnessing old-media and new-media effectively. He nods appreciatively as I name them. “Good place to work for,” he says. “I went to college with the COO – James Milner. He’s a good guy; you’ll enjoy working there.”
    Damn him. I’m unprepared for his warmth and interest. I mumble something and turn the conversation to his neighborhood, to the beautifully landscaped gardens we walk past. We chat about flowers and herbs, and the challenges of growing tomatoes and basil on a balcony, and other such things for the next half-hour.
    ***
    We are back at Doug’s dungeon. I can see why he used the word ironically. There’s even a fireplace on one wall.
    “Let’s up the intensity, okay?” His voice is relaxed. I’m not. I’m instantly nervous, though I’m not sure why.
    He leans forward, kisses me. “Relax, baby,” he chides gently.
    He removes my clothing swiftly. No torturous, drawn-out teasing this time. I’m naked, and he’s gazing at me with heat in his eyes.
    “So when John bent you over the sawhorse that first time,” he starts, conversationally.
    Whoa. “You were there the first time?” I ask. That was before he met me at the work meet-and-greet. “I met you at a work meet-and-greet, did you recognize me then?”
    He shrugs. “I wasn’t entirely sure it was you. I was sure after the second show.”
    Oh. I’m not sure how to react to this and so I say nothing.
    “So when John bent you over the sawhorse,” he continues. “I thought, what a waste. Sure, I’d spank that ass.” He runs his hands over my ass, kneading them slightly. “But then, that beautiful pussy is on display, that pretty little ass… so many other things you can do.”
    He opens a closet I haven’t noticed, pulls out a sawhorse. “You already know how this works, Sara,” he says to me. “Bend over, please.”
    Oh, but this is so different from the House of Pain. That experience, while arousing, was also impersonal. John’s touch was professional, indifferent. 
    This is not the House of Pain. There’s intimacy in the air. I’ve very aware that I slept with Doug earlier today. Doug’s touch is different too. It’s more real somehow. My body is not responding to a fantasy this time. No, my body is responding to Doug, and what Doug’s going to do to me.
    Doug buckles my arms in. He takes his time, draws it out, strokes me gently as he ties me down. “So pretty, Sara,” he mutters, as he takes the sight of me in. I feel the heat rise in the room as my gaze meets his. 
    He comes around, runs his hands over my naked ass. “So nice,” he says again. I flush.
    “Part your legs, Sara,” he instructs. He has a spreader bar in his hand and he cuffs me into it.
    I take stock of my position. I’m bent over at the waist. I’m completely naked. My legs are spread wide and my ass is in the air. My pussy is moist. It is responding to my immobility. Doug moves in front of me, looks into my eyes. “You okay?” he asks.
    “Yes,” I reply. In a way, there’s reassurance in the sawhorse. I’ve done this before; I’ve been spanked hard in front of an audience. I can handle the sawhorse.
    Or so I think. As Doug kneels behind me, his tongue licking my pussy, I realize I might not be able to handle the sawhorse at all.
    So good. So very, very good. His tongue laps me slowly, deliberately. I squirm in my bindings as every little sensation runs through me. I clench my fists as little waves of pleasure run