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"Then please, trustto do with any kind of abuse"

I sighed He had been biting me a bit, on the shoulder, on ood kind At least, what I thought of as the good kind – the tiniest bit of hurt that re me Still, he had worked a small bit of pleasure/pain into our sexual experiences It was ht I would ever want or like, and so he was right If he didn't push ested it on ht mean about me

"You're not a painslut," he said after one night where he bitthere was so with et that crazy idea out of your sweet little head Think about the pain you get after a good workout Your et lactic acid buildup in them that causes the pain and muscle tissue is actually broken down, then rebuilt You welco new muscle The tiny bit of pain you feel when I bite you just makes the pleasure all thecontrast which enhances the real purpose of the act – pleasure"

It ically, it stilltotally restrained, hand and foot, my eyes covered with a blindfold while he played withht have been too eager for Drake, for he seemed to want to proceed more slowly than I did He told me I had to learn patience

That he kne fast and how far to go

If there was one negative to our relationship, it was just that it was so constrained by his desire to keep things so co his sub unable to be open about what li each other outside of 8th Avenue It made the old apartrief often filled me when I left I knew that this relationship was probably doo and reached whatever limits we both had I also felt sad that I couldn't share the rest ofand I'd be alone at the very time when I wished I had someone with -lost mother who he never saw

I had to shut that thought off, push it into the back of my mind For the present at least, I was in a state of near bliss, going through my day on the days I would meet hi of his strong war me once I was completely under his control

I trainedhi other than his play partner and submissive I just shut that part of ered, a tiny part ofmyself from the outside as I walked up the steps to the old brownstone, sad formyself that I'd found such a wonderful man but couldn't be his completely, couldn't have him completely as my own

CHAPTER TWENTY

Drake aiting for me when I arrived at the apartht I'd made an excuse to stay at hoo see a film I claimed to be sick, and luckily, she called Jill instead and I was off the hook

I ran up the stairs, exciteht – our first fetish party together and I wondered what he had planned He said he'd been out to one of the leather shops in Manhattan to look for appropriate fetish wear for et waxed, so I was sn left in the pubic hair like the attendant suggested No heart, no landing strip Just pure bare skin Luckily, my skin and hair see and I loved how smooth I felt to the touch

Drake stood in the doorway, s black leather pants and nothing else, his chest and feet bare

"There you are," he said, pulling me into his arms once I had my coat off He rubbed his face in ood"

I wrappedback, over his sh the leather pants

"I think I really really like the pants What are you wearing underneath?"