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look like?”
    “Either
something to tie my wrists with, or a blindfold.”
    He
nuzzled her neck again and she moaned. “As enticing as it would be to both tie
you up and blindfold you, I think we should start slowly.” He wrapped the silk
around her head and fastened the ends in a loose knot. “This will help you
concentrate only on the sensations and on my voice. You won’t have to
anticipate what I’m doing next, and you will have no decisions to make.”
    “Oh
… this is … I didn’t expect it to be so decadent.”
    He
chuckled softly. “Great word. Speaking of words, I want to give you two
safewords. Do you know what those are?”
    “Yes.
I mean I’ve never used them. I’ve never done anything like this, but I read a
lot. I know what they are.”
    He
smiled at what he now recognized as her nervous tone of voice. She was still so
young, but not immature by any means. Naivety in a woman had always been his
downfall. The idea of helping her explore this hidden side of her personality
excited him like nothing had for a long time. He wanted to show her everything,
and he hoped she would enjoy this experience as much as he already did.
    “Good
girl. Use ‘yellow’ for anything you need, like water, or a bathroom break, or
if you’re feeling afraid or overwhelmed and just need to stop for a moment. Use
‘red’ to stop me immediately. Do you understand?”
    “Yes.
Yes, I do.”
    “Then
come with me.” He took her hand. “Just walk. I won’t let you fall.”
    He
led her to a large armchair and pushed away the footstool with one leg.
“There’s a chair in front of you. Lean over and place your hands on the seat.”
She did, and then he lifted her skirt and caressed her ass cheeks. The pinkness
he’d put there earlier was already beginning to fade. He intended to make her
ass all kinds of pretty colors before the night was over.
    “You
have a perfect ass for this, Angela.”
    “Thank
you,” she whispered, her voice filled with lust.
    He
slipped a hand down her crack and then back up again, circling her puckered
hole. “Have you had anal sex before?”
    She
moaned again, and he wasn’t sure how long he’d be able to hang on. “Once.”
    “And?”
    “Not
enough lube.”
    “I’m
sorry to hear that. I promise you we will not let that happen.”
    “Thank
you.”
    “You’re
welcome. This isn’t about pain. It’s about sensations and pleasure. I’m going
to retrieve the toys. Stay like this until I return so you don’t fall.
Understood?”
    “Yes.”
    As
Dominic gathered the toys, condoms, lube, and a few bottles of water, he
glanced toward Angela every few seconds to make sure she was all right. His
life had just changed. He could feel it. While he was thrilled about that, he
also sent up a silent prayer that this wouldn’t backfire.
    Not
only did he need to keep her safe from what lurked at the edges of his life,
waiting to strike him down at the first possible moment, but he needed to find
out what she was hiding. He hoped like hell he hadn’t just walked into a snake
pit and brought down more danger on his own head, because he really liked this
girl, and he didn’t want to give her up.
    ****
    Angela
took deep breaths and cleared her head of everything except the sounds and
smells in the room. The blindfold really helped because every other sense was
heightened. She heard the songs of the fake birds outside, caught the scent of
sweat mixed with Dominic’s heady cologne, and she felt the movement of air as
he walked behind her.
    She
heard him push what she assumed was the footstool closer to the chair, and then
she listened to a small piece of furniture being moved across the room. Soft
sounds that she thought might be objects being placed onto a wooden surface
reached her ears. Those must be the things he said he was going to retrieve.
      As his hands caressed her body through the
blouse and under her skirt, she moaned loudly in surprise and pleasure.
“There’s a table next to the