A thrill ran through her.Īnd then she frowned. Her heart seemed to stutter even as her legs turned wobbly.

I would like to see you in this and nothing else. What in the - A card lay in the bottom of the package. She had never worn anything like that in her life. A soft pink with a halter top and lacy handkerchief hem. Definitely a nightie in a baby-doll style. Inside the envelope, soft tissue paper wrapped around a…nightie? Taken aback, she held it up. After locking the door, she set the package on the glass coffee table and started ripping. “Have a nice evening, ma’am.” He left before she could respond. She checked the peephole - a delivery man - and opened the door. At seven o’clock on a Saturday night, who could be at her door? A pizza delivery to the wrong address? All her arguments disappeared in the face of such humiliation. Her arms chilled, and her stomach felt like she’d swallowed cold oatmeal. A one-night stand inconveniently showing up. What if he looked at her like she were…nobody. That thought stopped her halfway across the room. He probably wouldn’t even remember her name. He’d given her the best sex of her life and made her feel beautiful. He’d hit her with a paddle and let other people do it too. He’d had her car towed and repaired as if it was nothing.

She’d insulted him by refusing to give him her number. What she discovered hadn’t made her any more comfortable. In her spare time, she hit the Internet, researching BDSM. She’d awaken, panting and aroused, still feeling restraints around her wrists, hearing his low whisper in her ears. She’d fall asleep, and Master Z would be there, his firm hands holding her in place, his mouth on hers, on her breasts, on everywhere. Saturday arrived after seven days of confusion and six nights of erotic dreams. But the thought of never having sex like that again was…was like imagining life without chocolate. Surely she didn’t want more bondage stuff. Even as she shook her head in disbelief, her body heated, moistened.

Those miraculous orgasms were from being tied up, having a man tell her what to do, and make her do it. Leaning back on the couch, she stared up at the ceiling. She felt…sexy.īut on the minus side… Well. That change was so new, so mind-altering, she couldn’t quite encompass it. On the plus side of the ledger, she now knew her sex drive was alive and well, that she could have fantastic orgasms just like other women. At night, her tiny apartment felt more lonely than normal as she thought about the difference in her, unsure what it meant.

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