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surprised at the force behind his touch, and her legs went weak.  If she wasn’t already sitting on the bed, she might have fallen over.  She was flushed and wiped the moisture from her forehead with the back of her hand.  Before she realized what was happening, Angel turned her over, pulled her lounge pants down to her knees and slapped her bare butt with the palm of his hand.  The sound of a sharp slap against her skin made her wince, but it sent a jolt of electricity straight between her legs.  She inhaled sharply, and her eyes fluttered, momentarily disappearing under their lids.  Tommy pulled her pants the rest of the way down her body and threw them on the floor.  The two of them could rip your clothes off in a fraction of a second.  She slipped her top over her head and rubbed her naked body against Tommy’s.  Eager to start the game, she dug her fingernails into his chest.  “What do you want me to do?”
    Tommy’s cock rose to the ceiling at the unexpected display of aggression.  She knew that he was going to like this new assertive side of her in bed, although she was still unsure how far she would go.
    “I want you to tie me to the headboard, and I want Angel to blindfold me.”
    “How will I know if I’m hurting you?”
    He chuckled.  “Because I’ll tell you.”
    “Oh.  I thought there would be a code word or something.”
    He laughed again.  “No.  It’s not that intense, hon.  We’re just fooling around.” He held his arms up and flipped his hands over.  “I said I wanted to be blindfolded and tied up, and here I am, free to get up and walk away.”
    “You’re not going anywhere,” Angel said.  “She has a lot to learn.  You’re going to be exhausted by the time we’re done.”
    Jessi was eager to get started and didn’t waste another second.  She picked up her panties, which were little more than a piece of elastic, and quickly tied one of Tommy’s hands to the headboard.
    The skimpy material dug into his wrist like a wire and cut off his circulation.  “That’s too tight.”
    She gave him a sadistic smile to tell him that she was serious about playing their game, then pulled the ends of the panties a little tighter.  She wasn’t going to be prissy about it.  If Tommy wanted to play rough, she wanted him to know that she was ready, but she still grimaced, fearful that she caused him physical pain.
    His eyes widened with surprise and a hint of fear looked back at her before she untied his hand.
    He promptly rubbed his wrist and examined the mark from the elastic.  “I get the feeling you’re going to enjoy this.”
    She took his hand and placed a soothing kiss on his wrist.  She was excited about the idea of trying something new and joining in an activity that Tommy shared with Angel, although she still harbored a tiny bit of apprehension.
    Angel handed Jessi several silk scarves from the drawer of his night table.  “These work best,” he paused to smile at her, “but I really liked that you used your underwear.”
    She had seen the scarves before, haphazardly left on the bed or on the dresser.  She knew they were Angel’s, but before she had a chance to inquire about them, they had always disappeared, and she never gave them a second thought.  She fingered the satin scarf in her hand with remorse.  She wished she had asked about them when she first saw them.  They could have slowly introduced her to their game, but that was all in hindsight.
    Tommy turned onto his stomach, and Jessi carefully tied both of his hands to the headboard this time.  The knots were loose enough so that he could free himself, if necessary.
    “That’s better, hon.”
    She roughly gripped his face between her hands and gave him a hard kiss on the mouth.  She felt him smile against her lips, and she smiled back through their kiss.  She tucked his hair behind his ear and gently smoothed it down his back.
    The bed rocked as Angel spread Tommy’s legs apart.
    “Are we
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