Word Count:\u00a0 437<\/p>\n

\u201cNot too tight,\u201d she said, though it was useless. The rule was, when she turned herself over to him, he could do whatever he wanted.<\/p>\n

She hated it. Pretended to love it. It was his thing, not hers. But the house in the high hills and the house on the ocean four states away made it worthwhile. The clothes, the jewelry, the whole lifestyle was what she had bought into. The price of it all was the pain. She was hoping the big payoff was marriage.<\/p>\n

He would eventually tire of it, she had wrongly believed. Her young body was striped with the lash of the cat-o-nine-tails. Many, many times she thought she would leave him. When he built the \u201cplayroom\u201d in the cellar. When he suggested he bring in another woman to join in their games. This last one she flatly refused and he never mentioned again.<\/p>\n

\u201cPrepare yourself for the weekend,\u201d he said when he left Friday morning for his job in the city. She smiled through the dread. \u201cI expect a fine dinner, rare roast beef and the best wine.\u201d He kissed her goodbye and his tongue swept her teeth.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow was the roast?\u201d she asked when they had finished the meal.<\/p>\n

\u201cExcellent flavor,\u201d he said. Then he scowled. \u201cUnfortunately, it was served rather lukewarm.\u201d He got up from the table and held out his hand. She shuddered but took it and followed him downstairs.<\/p>\n

He tied her over the chair, her panties pulled down to her knees, just where he liked them. Her breasts had been pushed up and dangled outside of her bra. He brushed her body with his fingertips. Teased her breasts. Pulled her hair aside and kissed her cheek, his lips like butterfly wings trailed down her neck. Then stopped. \u201cI\u2019ll be back,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

She heard the heavy door slam and lock. Imagined him walking up the stairs. This was the worst part–when he made her wait. The anticipation was almost as bad as the whip.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t come back in a half hour as he usually did. She guessed he was taking great pleasure in making her wait. He didn\u2019t come back in an hour, then two. She called his name, pleading for him to return.<\/p>\n

By the next afternoon she was near delirious. The thirst was unbearable. Every muscle in her body ached from the static position. She\u2019d given up trying to free herself; it was impossible. With every strength she could muster she screamed for him, wished him dead.<\/p>\n

What she couldn\u2019t have known and wouldn\u2019t discover, was that indeed, he was.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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