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was a wet, quivering mess under Ryan’s control, yet I felt incredibly alive. I wanted more.
    He led me to the St. Andrews Cross.
    “You can be tied up facing the cross, or facing outward,” he explained, “but let’s do outward since you have the clamps on.”
    He made it sound like I had a say in this, which was such a lie. Not that I really wanted a say, I loved Ryan’s evil plans for me.
    He was quick and efficient as he strapped my ankles in the restraints. I obediently held my arms up above my head; those were cuffed to the cross as well. I gulped. My legs were spread wide, and I felt very, very exposed.
    I chewed on my lower lip.
    “ Want a drink?” Ryan asked, kindly.
    Actually, now that he mentioned it, I realized I was pretty thirsty. Crazy hot sex can do that to you, I giggled to myself.
    “ Yes, please.”
    He wandered away to the kitchen, to reappear a moment later with my glass of red wine.
    “Your arms seem to be tied up at the present, Maya,” he said with some amusement, looking at me, holding my glass. “Here.”
    He held the glass so I could take a sip. I blushed. If I was meant to f eel helpless, it was working.
    A few drops dribbled from my chin, onto my breasts. He groaned.
    “Maya, you are killing me here,” he growled, as he lowered his mouth onto the spilled drops of wine. I hissed, trying to push my hips towards him. It was all too much to bear, the warmth of his tongue against my breasts, now lapping at a nipple. His fingers setting the bells ringing again. His hands all over my body. My brain stopped working and all I could do was feel.
    He stopped, moved away from me, towards the dresser. He was obviously trying to steady his breathing. I was inwardly triumphant.
    “ You know,” he said, considering me quizzically, “it seems to me that you aren’t holding still very well. He held up a belt-like strap. “I think I should help you out here.” He moved towards me, placing the belt around my waist, and quickly strapped my waist to the cross. I moved experimentally against it to see how much slack I had. Not a lot at all.
    “ Much better,” he said, his lips quirking. “I do love seeing you all helpless and tied-up, kitten.” His hands traced my nipples, setting the bells off again. Heat radiated from them, all the way down to my pussy. I’d been wet for hours, I couldn’t take it anymore.
    “ Ryan, I can’t take much more of this,” I begged.
    He just grinned at me. “And we haven’t even introduced the whip yet,” he said softly, looking at me. He leaned in, and quickly kissed my lips. “I love seeing you tied up like this.”
    Back once more to the dresser, and then back again. This time, Ryan held a many-stranded black whip in his hands. I stared at it in curiosity.
    “It’s a flogger,” he said, in response to my unasked question. “Not too long, made of suede, it’s a good, beginner flogger. Definitely more pleasure than pain, or so I’ve been told.” His voice was amused again.
    My eyes were still on the flogger. Experimentally, I tested my cuffs. Damn, I was secured pretty well.
    “Nervous?” Ryan asked, looking at me intently.
    “ A bit,” I admitted.
    “ Why?” He glided the flogger on my skin. I took a sharp, inward breath. Every nerve in my body tingled in response. I moaned.
    “ Why?” he repeated.
    “ I don’t know; it’s too much…” It was the transition. Earlier today, I’d been on a plane, consumed with nerves at the thought of our upcoming meeting. Earlier this evening, I’d cried on his couch, and been comforted in his arms. And now, I was tied up, bells on my nipples, and he was going to flog me? It was just too much of a pendulum shift.
    “ Kitten.” Ryan was in front of me, looking into my eyes. “What’s wrong? Do you want this to stop?”
    “No.” I definitely didn’t want that. My voice was stronger.
    “ Do you want me to put away the flogger?”
    I shook my head. I was feeling a bit like an idiot for killing the