Chapter 14

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           Christianisstandingovermegraspingaplaitedleatherridingcrop.He’swearingold,faded,rippedLevisandthat’sall.Heflicksthecropslowlyintohispalmashegazesdownatme.He’ssmiling,triumphant.Icannotmove.Iamnakedandshackled,spread-eagledonalargefour-posterbed.Reachingforward,hetrailsthetipofthecropfrommyforeheaddownthelengthofmynose,soIcansmelltheleather,andovermyparted,pantinglips.HepushesthetipintomymouthsoIcantastethesmooth,richleather.

           “Suck,”hecommands,hisvoicesoft.MymouthclosesoverthetipasIobey.

           “Enough,”hesnaps.

           I’mpantingoncemoreashetugsthecropoutofmymouth,trailsitdownandundermychin,ondownmynecktothehollowatthebaseofmythroat.Heswirlsitslowlythereandthencontinuestodragthetipdownmybody,alongmysternum,betweenmybreasts,overmytorso,downtomynavel.I’mpanting,squirming,pullingagainstmyrestraintsthatarebitingintomywristsandmyankles.Heswirlsthetiparoundmynavelthencontinuestotrailtheleathertipsouth,throughmypubichairtomyclitoris.Heflicksthecropandithitsmysweetspotwithasharpslap,andIcome,gloriously,shoutingmyrelease.

           Abruptly,Iwake,gaspingforbreath,coveredinsweatandfeelingtheaftershocksofmyorgasm.Holyhell.I’mcompletelydisorientated.Whatthehelljusthappened?I’minmybedroomalone.How?Why?Isitboltupright,shocked…wow.It’smorning.Iglanceatmyalarmclock—eighto’clock.Iputmyheadinmyhands.Ididn’tknowIcoulddreamsex.