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against his and rested her head on his shoulder.
 I m sorry, I m sorry, she whispered.  You know I want it, but I don t want it.
I can t explain. I don t understand it myself 
 Shh, it s okay. I understand. I do. Just trust me. For now just trust me. He
nuzzled her cheek, and she turned her face up to his, offering her lips to him. He
kissed her thoroughly, voraciously. This time it was he who broke away.
 Turn around, he said in an urgent voice, hoping she d obey. And wonder of
wonders, she did. He kept her hands trapped in his. Gently but firmly he pressed
her shoulders against the wall, telling her without words not to move. With his
other hand, slowly, oh so slowly, he traced a line down her back, over the curve of
her hips, then dropped his fingertips to the tops of her thighs. He inched up the hem
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of her dress with steady pressure. She let him do all these things, standing still
with her back trembling against his front.
He was harder than he d ever been in his life, wild with desire, but somehow
he managed to only touch her. What he really wanted to do was tear off her dress
and thrust deep inside. He only inched that hem up little by little, caressing her
velvet thighs as he went. She clenched her hands inside his, and she tensed as he
hooked his fingers in the top of her panties.
 Be still, he whispered.  Just let me touch you.
She shivered as he eased her panties down to the tops of her stockings, and left
them to rest at the apex of her thighs.
 Part your legs. She obeyed with a soft, excited sound. He traced his fingers
down her front, caressing her intimately, exploring every lovely fold and crevice of
her slick center. As he cupped her mons, he pressed his hips forward against her
ass. His raging hard-on nestled perfectly between her ass cheeks. She took deep,
halting breaths, her hands still trapped there in his, between them, in fists.
He delved lower, past her swollen clit to the moisture, hot and wet, between
her legs. He dipped his fingers inside her.
 Daniel, she whimpered.
He tightened the hand that trapped her wrists, and lowered his head to
whisper against her cheek.  Wednesday, be my submissive. Give me as much as you
can give me, and I ll live with that. For a while anyway.
 Okay, she said.  Yes. Okay.
 I ll never hurt you. Trust me, and you and I, we ll figure things out.
Later. They would figure things out later. For now he fumbled into one of the
condoms he d secreted in his wallet in hopes he might need it before the night was
through. He fucked her there against the wall, grasping and artless. His nerves
sang at the feel of her skin sliding against his.
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He couldn t touch her enough. He couldn t get close enough. When she came
with a gasp, when she tensed beneath him, he remembered that night at Vincent s
and all the longing he d done since then. All he could think was I can t let her go.
Afterward they slid to the floor, and he knelt over her and whispered it in her
ear.  Mine. You re mine, as if he needed to convince her. He helped her up, pulled
her dress over her head, and led her straight to the bed.
 What do you have that I can tie you up with?
Wednesday thought a moment.  Stockings?
 Too stretchy. I need something stronger.
She didn t have anything he could use, so he did what any desperate pervert
would have done. He took a pair of scissors to her sheets.  I ll replace them, he
said. She looked at him like he was nuts as he cut off the four long strips. Wrist,
wrist, ankle, ankle. Enough for now. He had to tie this girl down.
 Come. Lie down here, he said, patting the middle of the bed. She crawled to
the place he showed her in her sexy black lingerie and shoes, her naughty little ass
right up in the air. Delicious tease. Her hair was a mess now, all disheveled and
falling down in strands around her face. The sight of her kneeling on the bed drove
him to madness. He had to be inside her again.
Patience. Soon.  Lie down on your back. Put your arms up.
She did without a moment s pause. Her eyes were shining with desire as he
took one wrist and fixed it to the headboard and started to wrap the cotton strip
around it in a knot she d never be able to undo. The bonds were props, metaphor
only. She was his, and after he finished with her that night, she d be his even more.
 I suppose now would be the time to discuss a safe word, he said as he finished the
first knot.
 I don t need a safe word, she said.  I trust you.
 Even so, we re going to have one at first. Don t be a foolish little submissive.
You re too trusting.
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She smiled, gazing up at him.  Are you going to hurt me?
He frowned back.  This isn t a joke. Either you pick a safe word, or I will. He
tied her other wrist tighter, then knelt at the edge of the bed to remove her shoes
and tie her ankles. Her twin bed was too small to spread her as he wanted her, but
it would have to do. For now.
 How about  untie me, Daniel ? Not that you ll ever use it, you reckless girl.
But there it is, if you need it.
 Okay. She squirmed, testing her bonds to see how tight they were. See? I m
not fucking around.
He sat beside her, still fully dressed, and stroked her cheek.  Now what am I
going to do with you?
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