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The Dominance and submission, the power exchange, the Master/slave dynamic?
Where did John stand on those? For that matter, where did she?
Sarah willfully admitted to being Phillip s slave. Beth acknowledged her own
dominance in the bedroom, yet conceded Paul was not her slave. Where did she want to
be with John? Because at this point, she knew that much. She wanted Big John as a part
of her life.
Just then he returned, digital camera in hand. I don t have a good set of mirrors to
show you the other side of you, but if you re willing, I ll take a picture. We can delete it
immediately.
Go ahead.
The flash went off, then another. Lauren found them extremely arousing. Not only
to be naked and tied up, but photographic evidence? Damn, but she was learning things
about herself.
John came around and showed her the picture. She smiled at the image of her
hands pointed heavenward behind her back. Wow. That s pretty and incredible.
Does it hurt?
Lauren shook her head. Stretches my shoulders some, but I suspect the minor
discomfort is worth whatever you re going to do next.
I ll delete these and get started then.
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Don t delete them! She spoke quickly to catch him.
John paused. Really?
She blushed. I d like a copy, actually. They really are very& sexy.
John laughed out loud. Why, Lauren Carr, are you telling me you are an
exhibitionist?
Her head dropped and she sighed. I think I might be.
John s hand came under her chin and tilted her head up. You are a wonderful,
sexy woman who deserves the very best experience I can give you.
He spoke from the heart. John had dropped the Dom mask, dropped the gentleman
mask, dropped every mask and given Lauren a glimpse at the man he truly was. She
couldn t speak. Finally she managed a weak thank you and the spell broke.
John had been unnerved by the energy that passed between them in that moment.
He guessed that Lauren was too. John walked behind her and put his palms on his
dresser, steadying himself until he regained control. What was that all about?
Determined to complete the tie-up, he picked up a third length of rope, this one
coded with a pink end signifying ten feet. Such short lengths were good for what he
had in mind. Going back to Lauren, he didn t dare make eye contact. Taking her nipple
and pulling it forward, he might have been a little more forceful than was necessary to
judge by the suddenness of her gasp. Not letting it deter him, he gave her nipple a twist
before letting it go.
Still not looking at her, he slid the rope under her right breast, bouncing the globe
on the soft rope a moment before crossing the ropes and wrapping them around each
other. A quick movement and the breast rounded, squeezed tightly by the rope.
Lauren gasped again and John kept wrapping the breast and giving a quick tie to
cinch it. Wrap, cinch. Wrap, cinch. The breast turned pink, then red, then a wonderful
lavender.
Another ten-foot rope took care of the other breast. In John s experience no woman
had identical breasts. One was always slightly larger than the other. In Lauren s case,
the left took one less turn of the rope. It too swelled and changed color.
Lauren s breathing became shallow, quicker in tempo. Taking no pity on her, he ran
his fingernails over her engorged breasts. She cried out and stepped back, her legs
suddenly unsteady. Well, he could take care of that.
Lauren s head reeled. He changed so quickly. One moment the teacher, the next
speaking from the heart, the next the powerful Dom who only saw her body as a
medium to sculpt for his pleasure. Her pussy openly gushed her arousal.
He pulled her back toward the bed, but didn t put her on it. Feeling a little foolish
standing there, she watched him put a heavy rope over a large hook hanging from the
ceiling. Had that always been there? How could she have not seen it?
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Of course, there had been so many changes to the room she shouldn t be surprised
that she hadn t taken them all in. John worked quickly to set the rope to his needs, but
Lauren had time to appreciate again his grace in movement. She wished he d taken off
his shirt. She would ve loved to see those muscles move as he reached up and knotted
the rope in place.
Satisfied, he came back to her. He stood before her and she looked up at him,
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