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further up my thigh, and we sit looking at
each other in silence as he traces his fingers up and down it.
    “Justine?” he asks.
    “Yes?”
    “Do you remember what you said
before, about wondering if I had a dominant streak?” I raise my
eyebrows.
    “Yes...”
    “Do you think you might like to
try it? You know, the other way around?” I’m really surprised. This
is the last thing I would have expected from Michael.
    “You mean, you want to be the
boss?”
    “I’d quite like to give it a
try,” he says, smiling, a sexy gleam in his eye.
    “Really?”
    “I know it’s a probably bit of a
shock,” he admits. “But I think I might enjoy it. If you think you
would too.”
    “Well, it depends how far you
intend to go,” I laugh nervously. In truth, I enjoy being dominated
– to a certain extent. I’ve had sexual partners before who have
very much wanted to take the lead. And I’ve had some nice times
having sex with my hands pinned down, or tied to the bedposts. But
I’ve never gone as far as the kind of things that I do to Michael,
and whilst I know that I enjoy a man being masterful, I’m not sure
that I could cope with anything but the mildest of pain.
    “We’d have to agree a safeword,
of course,” he tells me, reaching out to my face and tucking a lock
of hair behind my ear in an oddly proprietorial gesture.
    “Okay – it’s just that I’ve not
done this before. So you would have to go easy on me, at least to
start with – I don’t know how far I could go and still enjoy
myself.”
    “That’s fine,” he says, still
stroking my hair. He pulls me close and kisses me. Wondering what
he’s got in mind for me is oddly exciting, and I feel myself
responding to him. In the back of my mind, I feel guilty – should I
be doing this with Michael when I’ve started something with Adam?
But after all, Adam has only kissed me. I resolve to tell him that
I don’t normally do exclusive relationships if and when it develops
into something more. But in the meantime, Michael’s hand has
strayed down to my breast, toying with my nipple through the fabric
of my top, and there’s an answering tingling down below. I’m
melting, wanting him, and there’s no way I’m stopping now.
    He pulls away. “So, you’d better
tell me your safeword.”
    “Oh. Okay.” I try to think of
one, but my mind has gone blank. I shake my head. “Shall we just
use yours?”
    “Dalmation? Okay, if you like,”
he agrees. I have no idea why he chose ‘dalmation’ as his safeword.
But I guess it’s not something you would normally say in the middle
of sex, so there’s no way he could mistake my meaning if I had to
use it.
    Then as I watch his face I see
the look in his eyes suddenly change. I tense, realising that he’s
ready now to try out domination for the first time.
    “I’ve got quite a lot to pay you
back for, Justine,” he says, he voice laden with promise – or is it
threat?
    “Yes, I suppose you have,” I
reply with a small smile, suddenly a little nervous. He looks
different to the way I’ve seen him before: the idea of being in
control makes him look sexier than ever. But his blue eyes are dark
and the memories of all the punishments I’ve given him in the past
flash through my mind. Could I cope if he did that kind of thing to
me?
    “I think you’re forgetting
something,” he tells me.
    I’m genuinely confused. “What?”
I ask.
    “First, I think you can strip
for me,” he commands. I glance towards the window. “Oh, no, we’ll
keep the curtains open,” he decides. Thankfully, there are net
curtains covering the window panes – the previous owner of the
house left the existing curtains, and even though I’ve been living
here for nearly a year now, I haven’t got round to replacing them.
So no-one can see in, unless they get up close and peer into the
room. I sincerely hope nobody does.
    Slowly, I peel off my top, and
then fumble with the belt of my jeans. All the time Michael
watches, no