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“No, Master.”

“You’re doing so beautifully. We’re just playing, okay?”

When Ray had turned on me after our break-up, I thought I’d been a fool to ever trust him. I saw myself the way I imagined David saw me – a naïve young girl who had allowed herself to be taken advantage of by someone who was clearly dangerous. When I had first seen Ray again, I had vowed I would never trust a single word he said. But very quickly, I’d found my resolve weakening. He could seem so sincere, so safe – when he wanted to, at least. Maybe he was just tricking me again, but it didn’t seem that way, and I felt myself relax a little at his words.

He positioned me on my back with my bound arms lying above my head. I’d always loved the powerlessness of these moments, him having full access to my body in whatever way he wanted it. I felt a small spark low in my belly – maybe I could enjoy this. As if he could read my thoughts, Ray leant down and kissed me, reassuringly at first, and then more and more hungrily. I could feel his shirt brushing against my breasts, and I wanted to pull him down further and hold him against me, but with my wrists bound, I had little option but to lie exactly where he’d placed me.

By the time he pulled back, all my earlier trepidation had faded away. I wanted him – his touch, his control, his body: all of it.

“Still afraid?”

I couldn’t help but smirk. He knew exactly what he was doing. “No, Master.”

“Still want more?”

“Yes, Master.”

The bed shifted. The drawer opened and closed. A lighter clicked as it was ignited. I knew what was coming next. It was hard not to squirm in anticipation. This was a good kind of fear.

“Fond memories, hmm?”

“Yes, Master.”

I tried to remember what level of pain the wax had led to last time, but after a few seconds, I didn’t need to. There was a sudden stinging pain on my lower belly that made me gasp, but then it faded almost as quickly as it had started. Another landed a little higher, and I flinched, but I couldn’t help but smile too. I remembered why we used to do this. Playing like this, with Ray – no other experience had ever matched it. It wasn’t just the arousal; it was the trust, the pain, the submission, the rush – just the sheer fun of it. Being blindfolded, I had no idea where Ray was aiming each drop of wax. He went easy on me at first, holding the candle high and spacing out each drop to give just a light burn. But when I didn’t protest, he started holding the candle closer, and occasionally letting two or three drops fall together. I hissed as the wax pooled, creating a stronger burn. I had to grit my teeth. He’d been taking it easy on me, at first, but now he was testing me. I wished I could see his face; I knew he’d been waiting a long time to do this again. The next drop landed on my nipple making me arch up into the sensation.

“Hmmm, liked that, did we?” His silky, authoritative voice drifted over me; I was really falling now – losing control, surrendering. “Let’s see if you like this.” There was a hint of threat in his voice, but I was beyond resisting by that point. Suddenly, his hand was on my other breast, gripping it harshly. I could feel he was leaning in close. I couldn’t breathe while we both waited. When the wax landed this time, I couldn’t help but cry out – the sensation of the burn on my nipple was so strong I wanted it to end and not end at the same time. His hold on me released, and I heard him blow out the candle. I let my muscles relax again, sinking back into the bed. Ray came to lie beside me and lifted my blindfold. I knew straightaway that he was as aroused as I was, but I felt too spent to think about pleasure. I was in the haze of subspace, and I never wanted to leave.

“Alright, little one?” I could only nod, too exhausted for words. “You are so fucking beautiful. I need to be inside you.” He seemed to be asking permission, so I smiled and squeezed his hand, hoping that communicated enough of what I needed to say. He laughed. “You in your happy place?” I nodded and felt his lips press briefly against my neck. “You stay there as long as you want, pet.”

He rolled me gently onto my side before freeing his cock and positioning himself behind me. He eased in gently, as if any sudden movements might jolt me out of my dreamy state. I could tell it was taking a great deal of restraint for him not to pound into me. I was still drifting, but he seemed happy to simply use my sleepy body for his release, and the idea of him using me like that only helped me sink further into a wordless, unresisting state of pure devotion. He came hard, staying deeply seated inside me. I couldn’t imagine having a connection like that with anyone else ever. It really was body, mind and heart. With his warm body still wrapped around mine, I drifted off into a contented sleep.

17

The following few days were spent exploring our desires together, both testing our connection and intensifying it in equal measure. Ray spent as little time working as possible, and his need for me seemed insatiable. We were supposed to be taking things gradually, but that had never been our way. Even so, it didn’t feel hasty or reckless; it felt healing. Every time we played, and I witnessed Ray’s control – not only over me but over himself – it repaired a little of the trust that I had thought irrevocably damaged. It had been so long since he’d lost control or shown any signs of anger that my early days in the house started to feel like another lifetime, or a bad dream. This Ray was a completely different person – solid, safe and totally committed to looking after me. I was dreading the next time he would have to go out and leave me behind, and my heart sank when he told me one morning that he was going to have to leave for a while.

“I’ll be gone too long to leave you in your room.”

I felt disappointment at first, but then hope – if I could convince Ray that he didn’t need to lock me away then I could have free rein of the house and garden. Maybe I could even find a way out. I felt a twinge of guilt for considering it, but I knew, despite how our relationship was developing, I still had to find a way to leave.

“You can trust me, Master.”

Ray scoffed. He clearly didn’t trust me as much as I trusted him. “You’ll need watching.”

Watching? By whom? Someone else? Surely no one else could be in on this? I tried to think of everyone we knew, and I couldn’t imagine any of them being okay with what Ray was doing. Would it be a stranger? If he hired someone, perhaps I could tell them the truth and persuade them to help me escape.

“Mark will watch you.” Any hope of escape melted away at the mention of Mark’s name. A partner in Ray’s company, Mark was gruff and laconic in conversation and gave nothing away in his face. I’d only met him a couple of times, but I highly doubted he would be moved by my plight. I wouldn’t put it past Ray to have told Mark the truth. He would be loyal to Ray – I was certain of that.

“Is this… are you… sharing me?” I felt humiliated as the words left my mouth, but I forced myself to look up at Ray so I could watch his expression. A myriad of emotions seemed to cross his face as he gazed intently back at me. Eventually, his features softened, and he smiled slightly mockingly.

“Is that what you want?”

I shook my head, petrified that I’d put the idea into his head, and he was now considering it.

“That was one of your fantasies, wasn’t it, being shared?” He reached out and tucked my hair gently behind my ear. “We never got to explore that, did we?”

“I don’t see you as the sharing type.”

“I would have done anything for you.”

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