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He pulls away from me and I watch as he unfastens his belt
and unzips his jeans, pulling them down slightly and freeing his
erection from his underwear. So I’m the only one who’s going to be
naked, or virtually naked, then. He’s keeping his clothes on. He
takes a condom out of his jeans pocket and I watch as he rolls it
all the way down his length. Then he pulls my knees up and pushes
my legs apart, and he’s on top of me.
    “I’m going to fuck you hard,
Justine, just the way you like it,” he tells me.
    I look up at him, panting in
anticipation as he starts to rub his erection against my sex. Then
he reaches his hand up and pinches my nipple.
    “Ow! What was that for?” I ask
in surprise. I am finding this new version of Michael very
difficult to cope with.
    “You were meant to say thank
you,” he commands.
    “Thank you,” I tell him, shaking
my head in exasperation.
    Then he’s inside me and I shut
my eyes, revelling in the sensation of his whole length filling me.
He bites me on the shoulder.
    “Thank you, sir,” he
corrects.
    “Thank you, sir,” I echo,
parrot-fashion, feeling a fool for agreeing to be bossed about,
hurt and humiliated by him, a grown woman being commanded by
someone who’s barely reached adulthood; but then I realise that I
don’t care how he’s treating me because the feeling of him moving
in and out of me is so pleasurable that I can put up with his
instructions and little punishments if the sex is going to feel
this good.
    Oh, yes, it feels good. It feels
amazing.
    “You like that, don’t you,
Justine?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Make sure you don’t like it too
much... I don’t expect you to come, you know,” he tells me.
    “Oh,” I moan in
disappointment.
    “If you come, I will be very
cross with you, and you will be punished.”
    “Yes, sir,” I manage as he
increases the rhythm. He’s moving faster and it feels good. Then he
moves his hand to my clitoris and starts to rub me there, and the
pleasure of him inside me and his hand skilfully teasing me combine
to push me towards orgasm.
    “I can’t help coming if you do
that,” I pant.
    “You’ll have to try, otherwise I
have to punish you,” he tells me. I can tell that he’s turned on by
my protests, and he continues to stroke me with his fingers as he
thrusts harder and harder into me. Then with a cry, my ecstasy
rises to a peak and I come - I can’t help it; and as I shudder with
pleasure and my muscles tighten around him, I feel him come too and
he groans as he climaxes.
    We are both still for a moment,
recovering, panting, and then Michael looks at me.
    “Oh, Justine,” he says, his
voice full of sinister promise. “You came.”
    “You made me,” I complain.
    He shakes his head. “You clearly
have no self-control.”
    He moves off me, reaching for a
box of tissues and removes the condom. He goes out of the room,
leaving me nearly naked on the hard floor, then returns, his jeans
pulled up again and his belt buckled. To my surprise, he kneels
down and reaches up to my hands, untying me from the chair leg and
releasing my wrists. I sit up and rub them with my hands, looking
resentfully at the red marks where the tightly tied string pressed
into my skin. Then I remember my unfastened bra, and, feeling
self-conscious, I start to put it back on properly. Michael stops
me, grabbing my wrist.
    “I don’t remember giving you
permission to dress yourself,” he points out.
    I look him in the eye, unsure
whether to just tell him to sod off. I decide to carry on playing
along. After all, a part of me wants to know what this punishment
will be. I’m nervous, but I wonder whether I’ll enjoy it. “Sorry,
sir.”
    “That’s better,” he tells me.
“Now kneel on all fours. Like an animal.”
    I raise my eyebrows at him, but
do as he tells me, my unfastened bra dangling untidily. I wish I
could do it up or take it off, but clearly he’s not going to let
me.
    “Legs apart, I think.”
    I move my legs apart a