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the tight leather strap between her legs pressed on her vulva, and every movement meant all the tiny nerve endings beneath tingled and sparked.
    “I think one thing is missing,” murmured David, putting out an arm and pulling her toward the window as she passed him. He made her stand facing the garden, caught in a ray of bright June sunlight, while he opened the bedside drawer again. After a few seconds she realized that there were couples walking in the garden, and some of them looked up at her, pointing her out to others walking by.
    She knew she couldn’t move, that she had to wait. “That was very useful,” said David, fastening small rubber cones with hanging tassels on them over her rapidly hardening nipples. “Seeing you like this should help get everyone in the mood for their own tasks tonight.”
    The rubber cones fitted tightly, but weren’t painful. For a few more minutes Grace continued to walk around the room, while David watched closely. Then he sat on the side of the bed and pulled her onto his lap. One hand went between her thighs, and he slid two fingers inside her. “You’re certainly ready for me,” he remarked, and she felt her cheeks go hot with shame. His other hand touched one of the hanging tassels, squeezing a tiny bulb on the end. At once the cones tightened on her nipple, and then he relaxed his grip and the pressure released again.
    Working his fingers around her inner walls, letting the pad of his index finger glide over her G-spot every few seconds while at the same time pressing and releasing the bulbs on the tassels, David teased her already jangling nerve ends.
    She could feel her whole body tightening now, and drew in her breath sharply as her stomach muscles began to bunch up ready for her climax. Immediately David stopped and laid her facedown on the bed. Grace turned her head to one side, as the effect of the hood was increased by the soft coverings on the bed. She was gasping now, partly out of fear and partly because her whole body was so tight that she longed for some touch to trigger the moment of release.
    “You need to come don’t you?” asked David, his voice deceptively kind. The words alone were enough to increase her arousal. “Answer me.”
    “Yes,” she moaned, wanting to feel his fingers inside her again but knowing that it wasn’t going to happen.
    “This will help,” he promised her, and she wished she could see what he was doing.
    Suddenly she felt the cold touch of the end of a whip on her upper spine. She wanted to cry out in protest, but managed to stay silent. The cool, slender cord trailed gently downwards, lingering over every disc until she could feel the bed shaking she was trembling so much. Trembling not with fear but with a desperate need for release from the sexual tension that was being so cruelly heightened.
    “Not long now, my darling,” he murmured, letting one hand stray over her buttocks, his fingers warm and reassuring. When he let his hand stray to her sensitive hipbone she felt the pleasure build still more, and a moan escaped her.
    “Yes, you need to come,” he whispered, and again his words aroused her more than anything else could have done, keeping her poised on the brink, frantic for the hot waves of pleasure to engulf her.
    The tip of the whip trailed down the backs of her thighs until, without any warning, David brought it down sharply right across the middle of her buttocks. With a scream of shock and pain her body jerked violently, and she was about to shout at him to stop when suddenly the pain changed, turning into a hot, liquid sensation that spread through her whole body, triggering the most intense climax she’d ever experienced.
    She shook violently from head to foot as wave after wave of muscular contractions swept through her. As she shuddered and cried out, she felt David lying naked on her back, his erection hard against her buttocks.
    “Stay with me,” he murmured, reaching under her and pulling back the hood