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I have struggled to my feet. “Ow,” I say pointedly.
He fits his left arm around the front of my pelvis and lifts me backward, off my feet, spreading his legs to take the weight. He hits my ass with his right hand, swinging the weight of his back into five blows. Shock keeps me from yelling at first. Setting me down, he massages the shaking flesh gently, using both hands. It’s unbearably hot and I feel bruises forming.
He has never spoken so gently to me. “I have a few large, uncomfortable gags I could use on you, Rosa. They’ll stretch your mouth, they’ll press on your whole tongue, most likely make you salivate over your chin. The ties will get tangled in your hair. I’d rather see you control yourself. Can you do that?”
I lick my lips when I can catch my breath. I watch the goose bumps rise along my arms.
“Good.” He kisses the back of my neck.
I hear the scarf before I feel it. It’s one of mine, wide red silk, filtering the light as it slides down my face. Tal fits it snug over my eyes.
I hear him move in front of me. A scraping in the tub, then his breath coming from down below. He’s moved my stool into the tub. For the first time panic rises sharply, stopping just at the top of my throat.
“I have the gag ready, sweetheart, and several other things to hurt you with,” Tal whispers. Something cold and hard probes rudely at my anus, then leaves. He grips my pelvis in both hands, tilting it forward.
The water is running. A warm cloth is on my belly.
I moan as softly as I can when his delicate hands are on my cunt. He lathers briefly and I feel one of my small razors working the hair off the mound. He shaves toward the center, then tells me to put my right foot up on the side of the tub.
He spreads the outer labia and lets one of his fingers stray just close enough to be sucked in. I gasp and rock toward him, my body ready to break into a rhythm. My cunt coats his finger and he stops once the scent begins to fill the space between us.
“Don’t move, Rosa, I’m serious.”
I feel a cold length of metal, flat against me. I freeze and bear down hard on my terrified stomach.
“The old-fashioned razor is the only way to get a close shave up in here.” He tickles me and I clench my teeth.
“You know the safe word. But then we’d only be half-finished.”
Just moments later he tells me to switch legs. My thighs are trembling now. I press my left foot hard into the cold porcelain. He finishes with a few efficient swipes, then sponges away the soap.
A long silence follows. The air tickles strangely.
I feel him whisper something just over my clit. His mouth closes slowly over the naked, slick labia. His kiss is thorough. I move in circles, trying to press my impatient clit against him. My inner lips swell toward him, as if begging for his tongue. He stops. I hear him swallow.
“Tal, fuck me.” He must be ready to finish this game.
In answer, he stands slowly. He slides one hand under my hair, soft and firm, holding me still as his other hand lands on my cheek. My eyes sting. I hear him leave.
When he returns, he takes the blindfold off, sliding the knot tenderly from my hair. He is holding a key, and he unfastens the right cuff just long enough to turn me around. My wrist clicks back into place. His face is satiny with sweat. He is still dressed. His eyes are dazed and grateful.
He kisses my cheek. “I want to take you out, Rosa.”
My blue silk dress is hanging on the back of the bathroom door. His rucksack is on the floor, some of the contents spilling out. I see the gags and he laughs softly.
“Oh, she’s mad. You thought I was kidding?” He kisses my mouth and runs his tongue over my neck. He whispers into my hair, “I love you. Are you all right, really?”
“Tal, it’s time to fuck me. We are not really going out.”
He kneels and pulls something from the bottom of the rucksack. A tiny, plastic, powder blue butterfly, maybe one inch in diameter. Black straps hang from it.
“Hold on.” He lifts my feet out from under me and slips the straps round them. I hiss when the cuffs cut into me. When I can stand again, I realize he is fitting the straps over my hips like a harness. I twist to look past his head.
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bsp; The butterfly rests lightly over my mad, raging clit. The fat labia seem ready to swallow it. It looks ludicrously innocent. I can feel that I’m blushing hard.
“You know what the best part is?” Tal’s narrow eyes are on mine.
