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I’m
teasing you, flogging you or fucking you.”
    The words brought a warm flush to her cheeks, and elsewhere.
Teasing and fucking she understood. “Flogging,” she repeated. On the first
date? But nothing he proposed was a date, not really. It was raw, physical. She
had to believe there’d be an emotional component though, for herself if not for
him.
    “It’s a broad term.” He smiled at her. “I don’t mean to
exclude whipping, caning, spanking or paddling. And it was just an example. Go.
Think about it. I’ll be around tomorrow, and if I’m not out and around my door
is the second one on the left from the stairs. Knock.”
    “What if I’ve made up my mind?” Would he really do all those
things to her? She had no reason to think he was bluffing. How would it feel?
Would it hurt more than she could stand? Or worse, would it arouse her? The
thought of being aroused by something like that was hot, but she wasn’t sure what
it meant about her if she was.
    “I said go and think. It was an order, Teresa. Dismissed.”
And with that, he looked down at his steak.
    “But—”
    “No buts. Go. Besides, my steak is going to get cold.”
    From the look of the inside, it wasn’t all that warm to begin
with. She paused for a moment, then headed for her room. It was dark outside
and she had a mystery she’d been halfway through for a week. Time to go find
out how it turned out, she supposed. Kyle was the most maddening man. What was
up with him, anyway?
    She realized as she opened her door that she wanted to find
out the answer to that a lot more than she wanted to know how her mystery novel
ended.
     
    Nearly an hour later, her novel lay facedown on the bed.
She’d managed to read about fifteen pages. She had alternated between wondering
about him and being pissed at him. She thought about how his muscles would feel
under her hands. How his hands would feel clamped on her wrists, holding her
against a wall or down on the bed. Would she be facing him or facing away? He
could overpower her easily and do whatever he wanted. She didn’t want to be
overpowered. Still, it was intoxicating to know that he could. And if she
consented, well—then it wouldn’t really be overpowering, exactly, it’d be—well,
too damn confusing, that’s what it was.
    She’d thought the book would distract her from arousal, but
it had worked the other way around. Her libido was distracting her from the
book. She opened the drawer in her dresser, the one that held all the toys. She
pulled out a flogger, the softer and lighter of the two in the drawer, and set
it on the bed. Then a thin bit of wood, maybe a couple of feet long. A cane. It
looked as though it would hurt a lot. She didn’t know what she was going to do
with them. She didn’t even know what he would do with them. Sailors got lashed
on the back, but that didn’t seem all that sexy. He’d go after her ass, she
supposed. Or maybe her thighs, or her breasts or her pussy. The thought of that
cane on her pussy made her wince. Surely he’d observe some limits.
    She got out the big plug-in massager. Now that was what she
needed. Something to distract her from thinking about him. She usually didn’t
think that much about sex once she came, after all. She got out her own
vibrator from her bag—it was smooth, silver and not quite life-sized, but she
usually used it on the outside and didn’t care about that. She put it on the
bed with everything else and then plugged the massager in.
    Quick and dirty and I’m done with it. Fantasies are safer
and often sexier than reality, anyway. She gave herself permission to have
whatever wicked thoughts she liked, at least for a few minutes.
    She lay down on the bed, turned on her vibrator and stuffed
it inside her flooded pussy. Maybe it was too long without that made her this
turned-on. Kyle happened to get my juices going, nothing special. She
turned the massager on and pressed its round head right to her clit. Its
humming vibration was