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settled down again. There was no way to accomplish the next step without waking her, but he wanted to give himself as much time as possible. He rolled her over onto her stomach and pulled both her arms behind her, locking the cuff onto Beth’s other wrist. As he had expected, this brought her fully awake. Beth tried to bring her hands up and failed. She grunted in surprise as she realised that she was now Tom’s prisoner. Tom was ready to clap his hand over her mouth in case she screamed, but she didn’t cry out. On the whole she seemed to take the whole thing rather calmly. He was surprised. Most women, he guessed, would make panicky noises and thrash about if they woke up in the dark in handcuffs. Since she didn’t, Tom wondered if this was a commonplace event for her.
    ‘What do you plan to do now?’ she asked. There was no fear in her voice.
    Tom hadn’t thought about that. His plans had gone no further than making her helpless. Now he had to think of something else. He realised that the next move had to come from him but had no experience to guide him.
    Beth came to his aid when she saw him hesitate. ‘I don’t suppose you have much experience with bondage, do you? Is this your first time?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘I thought so. How are you at rape fantasies? I have several in which a man overpowers me and has his way with me when I can’t resist. Like now. Or if you haven’t recovered from our last bout, we can lie here and talk. Or sleep. I can wait until you feel up to something more athletic. And by then you may have developed some ideas of your own. I can play the role of the captive beauty for you. Or the slave girl waiting for her master to free her, or take her. Name your fancy.’
    Tom could think of nothing more imaginative than to manoeuvre Beth until she sat astride him. He reached up to fondle her breasts and squeeze her nipples. He found himself enjoying the idea that she couldn’t stop him from doing what he liked with her. Before very long his erection was rubbing suggestively against her bottom and Beth was beginning to look preoccupied with inner matters. She lifted herself off him so that he could guide himself inside her, then sat back down with a sigh of satisfaction. Tom knew by the ease with which he glided in that she was already wet and aroused. They made love for what seemed like hours, at first with Beth sitting upright and later lying on him with her breasts pressed against his chest.
    And then they slept. And woke up to repeat the process. Beth never complained about the handcuffs or the pace of his lovemaking. She had placed herself in his hands and she allowed him to do what he wanted with her. This was something new as well. In his encounters with other women Tom had found that they wanted certain things, and resisted other things. Beth went along uncomplainingly, encouraging him to try whatever took his fancy when he showed signs of slowing down. And she didn’t engage in the verbal put-downs he had heard from others, no matter how well they fitted together in bed. Almost always there were implied comparisons. Sometimes these were more than implications, and always in the background was the notion that the woman was granting an undeserved favour.

Chapter Two
    After making love to Beth during that stay-at-home weekend Tom found it hard to concentrate on business on the Monday morning. And in the following weeks the condition worsened – if that is the right word. There were frequent reveries of a particularly erotic nature. He imagined what Beth was doing at that moment: shopping; eating; visiting; waiting for him. Since she had not told him what she did, he could imagine almost anything he wished. He would form a mental image of her dressed in lacy underwear with her stunning legs sheathed in sheer nylon. Her lips were parted and there was an unfocused stare in her eyes as if she were thinking of making love. The erection these thoughts produced made it embarrassing to stand up too