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his last words. I
hardly knew what to think. He pulled me down toward him and nuzzled my neck.
His breath warmed my skin when he said, “It wasn’t so bad, really, was it?”
    I made a noncommittal sound.
    One of his hands gently cupped the breast he had bitten. His
fingers played lightly over my nipple. He said, “The pain is already gone. It
was nothing after all. You were more surprised than anything else.”
    I mumbled a maybe. It was hard to think when he was doing
these things to my body. His kisses on my neck, one hand on my breast, the
other stroking my hip. A tendril of heat curled in my belly. I wanted to know
more about his need to hurt me, I had questions ... I just couldn’t remember
what those questions were anymore.
    Michael said, “You’re already getting excited again, ready
for more, aren’t you? Don’t be embarrassed. I think it’s wonderful. I think
you’re wonderful. I’d like to take you again, right now. Can’t you feel my cock
getting hard again, already?”
    Yes, oh yes I certainly could.
    He said, “I swear I had plans for us this evening. If we
don’t get up now, I’ll have to fuck you again. Come on. Let’s get up. We’ve got
things to do.”
    He lifted me off of his lap and set me down beside him on
the sofa. He immediately got up and looked around my apartment.
    “Where’s your shower? We’ll clean up, get dressed and be
off. What do you say?”
    I tried to shake myself out of the passion stupor he had put
me in and said, “Okay.”
    I led him back to my bathroom.
    Things didn’t go quite as he planned there, either. It
wasn’t a quick shower at all. Perhaps if we had showered separately ... oh well.
Slick and wet bodies aren’t exactly deterrents to sexual arousal. I was given
free rein to explore his taut body, the planes of his flat stomach, the curve
of his hard ass. I guessed I must have earned the right to touch him, and it
made me happy, actually did feel like something of a reward.
    He eventually pushed me against the shower wall and took me
from behind, all slow and silky and sweet, his hands on my belly and breasts,
mine on his tight buttocks. No pain this time. Just the pleasure. Our orgasms,
like the warm water, streamed over our bodies.
    So it wasn’t a quick process, the cleaning up and the drying
off and the getting dressed again. He picked out a skirt for me, which he had
me wear without any panties underneath, and a shirt, which he wanted me to wear
without a bra under it. I felt dressed and naked all at once.
    Then we were outside, in his dark blue sports car, tearing
down the streets of the city, headed I didn’t know where. I didn’t much care. I
laughed easily at the teasing things he said, and I enjoyed my quick heartbeats
whenever he slid a hand up my thigh and under my skirt, teasing me in this
other way.
    I felt beautiful and free and alive ... and young, younger
than I had felt in years. This was youth, riding in a fast car with a powerful
and handsome man who wanted me, and who I wanted in return. At least, it’s what
youth should be. It was what every day should be.
    He asked if I was hungry, but since I wasn’t, he said we
would go straight to the mystery location he had planned for our first date,
though date wasn’t really the right word for what we were doing, was it?
    I half-noticed the passing buildings becoming shoddier, the
neighborhoods becoming poorer. Soon, I realized we were in one of the more
dangerous parts of the city. I asked Michael where we were going, but he only
smiled and said I would find out soon.
    He pulled into the parking lot of a garishly-lit building,
all neon and flashing lights. A strip club? No. Close, though. It was an adult
book store, in other words, a porn shop. And not a nice one. It was tacky and
sleazy, and didn’t look altogether savory.
    I said, “You know, there are a couple of places like this in
better parts of town. Places where I wouldn’t be afraid of catching a disease
from touching the