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would not melt.
    Except the pain from the clamp had set my juices flowing. The fact that I was bound, that I was blindfolded, made me crazy wet. I was already confused because Jack had thrust me onto the plane and into Alex’s arms without any warning. What was I supposed to think? That this was simply another one of Jack’s many daunting tests—performed faithfully by his robotic assistant? When we landed, would Alex hurry to a phone to call Jack, running down my behavior matter-of-factly, listening to what Jack would prescribe for each and every one of my disobedient moments?
    Would coming damn me or save me?
    “Look at that,” Alex continued, his voice hypnotic. “If I touch you like that, you get your sweet cream all over my fingertips. Are you always wet like this?” And then, after a beat, “Are you wet like this for Jack?”
    I would not come. He could touch me for the whole fucking plane ride, and I would not come.
    That’s the fairytale I told myself until he moved even closer to me, gaining better access, and began to focus those circles more intently. Tight around my clit. Not touching directly, but so fucking close. I was breathless now, trying my best to be stiff, impassive, but betrayed by my own damn body.
    I tried to clench my thighs together, but Alex pushed them easily apart. I tried to shove him aside with one shoulder, and he laughed. “Don’t think I won’t bind your ankles, too,” he said. “Don’t think I won’t leave you like that with the blanket off, so everyone can see. I’ve got a gag as well. You really don’t want to make me angry.”
    Because of who I am, because of what I like, those words simply made me wetter. Alex laughed darkly, fingertips dripping from my pussy. He moved his hand out of the safety of the blanket and began tracing his fingertips slowly over my parted lips. “Taste your pleasure. Lie to yourself, if you must, but taste yourself.”
    I licked his fingers clean, completely gone now. Over the desire to fight, craving only satisfaction. But Alex, deviant monster, was playing his own game. He pulled off the mask, so that I was left blinking in the light. He pushed back in his own seat and shut his eyes.
    “Alex—”
    “Do I need the gag?”
    Oh, Christ, he was going to leave me like this, under the blanket with my arms behind my back, panties off, pussy wet. On the verge, without release.
    I looked at him, pleading, and he finally sat back up, undid the cuffs, rebinding me quickly with my wrists in my lap.
    “Get some sleep,” he instructed, “and maybe I’ll reward you in a little while. I don’t want to catch you playing with yourself, though. No matter the temptation.” He made sure I was well covered, pillow under my head, and closed his eyes once more.

Chapter Four: Tease
     
    Your mind plays tricks on you when you are bound. At least, mine does. I tend to tell myself stories, and by “stories,” I mean lies. That little voice in my head whispers astounding falsehoods. “You don’t need this,” it says. “You don’t have to be cuffed or tied or held in place in order to experience pleasure.” If I’m tied down long enough, the voice will continue. “Why do you give yourself over to someone else? Why do you crave submitting to someone else’s power?” Taunting me. Sneering at me.
    The devilish voice doesn’t kick in every time. Only enough to make me question myself. Enough to make me doubt.
    I don’t think Alex understood this, but Jack did.
    Alex was playing mean, binding my wrists in a way that allowed me to touch myself if I wanted to—while warning me that I’d better not. He’d brought me to the cusp and then left me alone. I rocked my hips on the seat, trying to find a more comfortable position, and I felt Alex watching me. He was waiting, a predator at the ready, to see if I would give him reason to pounce.
    I’d be good—as good as I could possibly be. I didn’t need to come. I understood the difference between wants