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through me. Once you belong to me. This man was laying a
claim to me, and he’d only known me a few hours. And yet, something inside of
me responded, though I didn’t say anything aloud. I was distracted from his
words by his hand.
    He began to spank
me again, this time not stopping until my poor bottom was burning. I was
struggling even though I wanted to be still. I couldn’t help it. As I struggled
he flipped me over, so I was balanced now on my lower back against his knees.
Pressing a hand between my legs, he forced them apart.
    Laughing in a low
sexy way, he said, “Oh, my little slut. You are so wet. I was right. You need
this. And it’s just the beginning. Just the beginning.” Then his heavenly fingers
parted my cleft, and he slid one finger deep inside of me. I moaned and lifted
myself to take him further into me. He withdrew the finger and slid it up to my
clit, touching me with butterfly-light strokes. I moaned, low and guttural.
    My brain tried to
be embarrassed. It tried to get me to close my legs and sit up and demand my
panties back. But my body overrode my brain, and I spread my legs further,
wanting to feel his cock inside of me, his mouth once again on mine.
    David stood up,
moving so that he eased me onto the couch. He unclasped my bra, and briefly
cupped my breasts in his hands. Kneeling next to me on the couch, he leaned
over and licked a nipple. It stiffened and distended. He licked the other
nipple, and then bit it, gently. Again I moaned, and my hand slid down to my
pussy.
    He grabbed my hand
and said, “No. That’s not yours anymore. You don’t touch it unless I tell you
to.” He stood and pulled me up, naked. I barely came to his chest in my bare
feet.
    “How are you,
baby?” he asked now. “Is this want you want? Are you ready for more?”
    “Yes,” I
whispered. I usually never even kissed on the first date, but it was as if that
was the ‘old’ Zoë. The ‘fake’ Zoë, even. The one who behaved the way I thought
a ‘good girl’ should behave. Was this the ‘real’ me? Standing naked,
breathless, flushed, longing for this man I had just met to take me, to fuck
me, to, as he said, claim me?
    It felt real. More
real than anything in my life to that moment.
    David led me to
the center of the room. I noticed now that there were large eyehooks embedded
in the ceiling, like you might hang a plant from. “Stay there; don’t move,” he
ordered.
    Going to a
sideboard, he took out several things and came back to me. “Hold out your
wrists.” I did, and he put soft leather cuffs on each wrist, securing the
leather over a little metal ring. He then attached a clip to each ring. Lifting
my hands, he took the clips and attached them to each other. I was effectively
handcuffed, my hands locked together in front of me, but in soft leather
manacles.
    My heart was
pounding a little tattoo against my ribcage. David came behind me and caressed
my hair, kissing my neck. I could feel his erection against my back. I twisted
my head back to receive another kiss, and he obliged.
    Pulling away from
me, he said, “I’m going to secure your wrists to a chain, and secure the chain
to the ceiling. You are going to let me do this, aren’t you, angel?”
    Still recovering
from that last deep kiss, standing naked and shackled, I nodded. He took a long
thin chain and clipped my cuffs to it. Then, taking a little stepladder, he
climbed up, holding the chain, and secured it to one of the eyehooks. He pulled
it taut, forcing my arms up over my head, fully extended.
    I felt extremely
vulnerable, and helpless, but also deeply aroused. He went back to the
sideboard and this time he brought over a heavy flogger, dark brown suede, with
a thick bundle of tresses dangling from a long thick handle. I gasped, having
never seen such a thing in real life.
    “It’s a whip. A
flogger. It’s a lovely way to initiate a submissive, because its kiss can be
soft and caressing,” as he spoke, he dragged the tresses