Free Unwilling by Julia P. Lynde Page A

read between the lines? We lied like that for a few minutes, neither of us saying anything. She shifted away slightly, pulling her top arm away, and began caressing my arm, back, and side, all the way down to my hip. When she ran her finger down my back she stopped just short of my bottom. I didn't want her to stop.
    "How many love slaves have you had in the past?"
    She giggled. "For more than a week? None. You're the first."
    "Really?"
    "For a weekend or so, six or seven. And some of them were repeated a few times."
    "How many people have you tied up?"
    She paused before answering. "I'm not entirely sure."
    "A lot?"
    "Nooo," she said slowly. "Not a lot. Maybe ten, less than fifteen."
    "And how many women have you been with you haven't tied up?"
    She laughed. "About the same number."
    "Ever been tied up yourself?"
    "A few times." She paused. "I asked because I thought it was important to know what it feels like. Afterwards I changed what I did. Some of the stuff I was doing didn't feel as good as I thought it would."
    She was still caressing my skin. Her touch felt really nice. It was calming. I wondered if that's why she was doing it.
    "You could have hurt me just now."
    "Yes."
    "But you didn't."
    "Of course not."
    "Don't you want to?"
    "Why would I want to hurt you?"
    "Paybacks."
    She stopped caressing me but left her hand on my side. "You have apologized repeatedly. I've forgiven you. I don't want to hurt you."
    We were quiet. She was still touching me, but not caressing. "Thank you," I told her. "For forgiving me."
    She began to caress me again. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it for a moment. "When this is over and you have kicked me to the curb, will you still be my friend?"
    She bit my shoulder.
    "Hey!"
    "That's too important a question to make a joke out of it," she said.
    "You're right," I said. "I'm sorry. I didn't know how else to ask."
    "When your month is over and you are no longer obligated to be my love slave, I would love to count you as a friend," she said.
    "This hasn't gone at all like you had planned, has it?"
    She kissed my shoulder where she had bitten it. "I didn't really plan any of it. I really, really didn't think you would agree. And then I didn't think you would follow through."
    "I am glad I did."
    "So am I," she said. "But say that again after you've broken one of the rules and I've had to punish you."
    "You would punish me?"
    "Absolutely. Would you let me?"
    I thought about it. "If I thought I deserved it, then yes. If I didn't think I deserved it, then I don't know."
    "Then you're not really my love slave."
    She stopped caressing again and pulled her hand away, but she didn't withdraw further. We lied like that for a few minutes while I thought about it.
    "Yes, I would," I said eventually. "Even if I thought you were being unfair."
    She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me, then went back to the caresses. I wondered if she knew what she was doing.
    "When you agreed, I couldn't believe it," she said. "So I made sure that at least Vivien would know I'd spent the weekend on it. I didn't think anything else would change. After that, we were both so focused on getting the work done that I couldn't think about anything else. I suppose in the back of my mind I thought about you kneeling to me, but it just felt like a fantasy, not like a plan."
    "So you never planned?"
    "Well, maybe a little," she said with a small chuckle.
    "Tell me."
    She didn't say anything right away. "I'll scare you," she said finally. "I thought about hurting you."
    "But you didn't. Tell me."
    "You're going to think this is what I fantasize about."
    "I deserved for this to have gone a lot worse than it has. Were you going to torture me?"
    "Honestly, I don't know. I wanted to punish you so badly. I wanted to hurt you and humiliate you." She was quiet. "Two of the women I've tied up in the past wanted me to do a lot more to them than I was willing to do. One of them asked me to water board her."
    "Seriously?"
    "And she didn't want