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“I ran,” she agreed. “And I hid. I switched laundromats. Well of course at first the laundromat was closed for repairs, but after it re-opened, I kept going to the other one.” She paused briefly and then continued, “I tried to go on with my life, but I kept yearning for something my romance novels couldn’t give me, so I did some research. I joined Fetlife, found the local munch and made a couple of great friends.”

“Friends who’ve brought you back to me, for which I am truly thankful.” A profound gratitude filled his heart, making him want to be still and let the weight of the moment sink in. Thoughts jumbled in his mind, rendering him momentarily speechless. “Thank you forsharing with me. As I told you in the laundromat, communication is key in BDSM. As much as I understand your fears and misgivings about the lifestyle, as your Dom I expect you to talk to me if something bothers you and I promise to do the same. So, let’s get your punishment out of the way, so we can get to the good stuff.”

James rose from the bed, and she felt the loss of his heat and presence immediately.

“Wait, what punishment?” She tried to sit up, only to rediscover her restraints and flop back onto the bed.

He chuckled. “I love your wide-eyed helpless look. Your punishment for running away and not communicating with me. And I warn you, I think I’m going to enjoy this a lot more then you will.” He bent and picked up lube and a big wand with a round head. He spread some lube on her clit.

Fuck, that was cold. She tried to close her legs and couldn’t.

The wand came buzzing to life. Without preamble, he put the wand down on her exposed pussy and the low humming and buzzing coursed through her lower body.

Damn, that thing was potent. Her own vibrator had nothing on it.

Faster than she thought possible, an orgasm started to build in her body and then all other sensations fell away. She opened her eyes. She hadn’t been aware she had closed them. As her eyes focused, a devilish grin spread across James’s face. The next thing she knew, her pussy stretched as he was pushing a dildo deep inside her. He didn’t move it, only letting it fill her as thewand came in contact with her clit once again. Somehow the vibrations were different this time, deeper.

“As you can feel, this wand has different settings. I believe there are twelve. When we’re finished, I want you to tell me which ones you liked and didn’t like and why.” A devious grin flashed on his face.

On this setting, her orgasm built faster, and again, when it was within reach, he pulled away the wand. Laura whined in frustration. He was torturing her, denying her the orgasm. “You-you ...” she began.

With a sharp slap on her thigh, he said, “I want to remind you to speak politely to me so as not to add any further punishments to the one you’ve already earned.”

She gritted her teeth, her muscles quivering with tension.

He threw his head back and laughed. “You’re such a delight.” He bent down for the next item and produced a small butt plug. As Laura watched in wide-eyed trepidation, he smeared a dollop of lube on his index finger and started to spread it between her ass cheeks and into her puckered hole.

With the dildo in her pussy and her clit still tingling from the vibrator, the forbidden feeling was oddly erotic. Just as she began to relax and cautiously enjoy his manipulation, his finger left and a hard, cold object replaced it, pushing at her entrance. She clenched her buttocks reflexively. Unfazed James picked up the wand, chose the next setting and pressed the thing into her clit again. She moaned and the next moment, felt the butt plug slip into place.

You are such a sneaky bastard.

“Now, now, no call for that,” James drawled through agrin. “Besides, my parents were married for over three years when I was born.”

Damn and blast, did I say that out loud?

“Don’t feel bad, honey,” said James, turning the vibrator up and giving the butt-plug a slap. “You haven’t lost your self-control. You gave it up to me, willingly. This is submission.” He touched the wand to her clit again and she arched her neck and howled. “Let go.”

By the time James was at setting eight, she was sobbing. She had been going from steaming mad to sad and now she felt almost crazy with wanting. Relief was so close, but she couldn’t reach what she wanted and needed.

A lightbulb went on in her head.

This is how he must have felt when he couldn’t reach her. She had hurt him by running away. She had made a man who craved control feel helpless. “I’m so sorry I ran from you!” she sobbed. “I shouldn’t have done it. But I was so s-scared. I just didn’t want to get hurt again. I’d rather be alone than ever get hurt again! And it hurt you. I hurtyou!”

He quickly removed the restraints and settled on the bed with her in his arms.

“It’s all right, honey,” he rumbled beneath her ear. “That’s what I wanted you to understand. You deprived us both with your fear.”

“I realize that now.” Laura nodded against his chest. “At first, I was mad at what you were doing, but then it hit me. To have something you want dangling right in front of you and not be able to reach it. It must have been something like what you went through.”

He kissed her on top of her head. “Precisely. That’s the lesson I wanted you to learn. Now we didn’t discussthe settings, but I have a fair hunch about which one suits you the best.” With those words James placed her back on the bed, switched the wand onto the second setting, and made her come twice with it.

By the time she became aware of her surroundings again, James had covered himself with a condom and was looming over her. As Laura’s eyes blinked into focus, he smiled down at her and pressed at her entrance.

Her pussy was all puffed up from the punishment and the two orgasms he gave her and she still wore the butt plug up her ass, so James had to work his way inside her. Although she was wet, the stretch was uncomfortable at first and she lay panting beneath him. As he moved back and forth with measured strokes, his dick became wet with her juices and the glide became easier. As soon as he was seated to the hilt, he stilled and took her mouth in a languid kiss. Invaded in every way, she melted into the mattress, fidgeting her hands, not knowing what to do with them.

With a knowing smirk, he lifted his upper body and bound her hands with the Velcro cuffs again. Her last coherent thought was how strange that being restrained could be so liberating.

As she relaxed into the bindings and adjusted to his intrusion James began to move. Holding himself up and over her with one arm, he used his other hand to roam her body. As he stroked her breasts and tweaked her nipples, she moaned and bucked against the restraints. He moved inside her with long, languid strokes, awakening long-dormant sensations. He let go of her breast and braced himself on the mattress, shifting his position to drive into her with shorter strokes, each one at a slightly differentangle. Just as Laura started wondering about what he was doing, he hit a spot that drew a deep moan from her, and her eyes rolled back in her head. He chuckled and hammered into her, deliberately hitting her G-spot. When she couldn’t stand the stimulation anymore, James said, “Come for me.”

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