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Steel buckles and rough edges of leather bit into raw flesh as he worked the straps free. 21sextury George Michael
“I Want Your Sex”
The sign was new, and she agreed completely, except he forgot the sweet pain part. Remember, she thought, remember it all. Strands of damp hair hung in her face, obscuring her features in the wide mirror. . “It’s where only my lover can see it.”
Their eyes met in the mirror, and he laughed. Change is coming, she thought, and she felt ill prepared. Steel buckles and rough edges of leather bit into raw flesh as he worked the straps free. The beat seemed to fade in and out, and she wondered what was wrong with the speakers. They both froze, pressed together, hot flesh melding, wet, slick. Why was he untying her? Remember, she told herself. Padded steps of bare feet approached from behind. .“Give it to me
Give me that stuff
That funk, that sweet, funky stuff . Like the earthy scents, the light was warm, moving, covering her—covering them along with the heavy beat as his chest pressed to her back. A few minutes would be okay, before they began again. The long dreaded end had come along with the end of the song. Change is coming, she thought, and she felt ill prepared. She wanted more. She heard the whip dropped across the iron brace of the beam. She hung from her wrists, feet barely able to support her weight, shoulders throbbing.