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Christian
is
standing
over
me
grasping
a
plaited
leather
riding
crop
.
He
’
s
wearing
old
,
faded
,
ripped
Levis
and
that
’
s
all
.
He
flicks
the
crop
slowly
into
his
palm
as
he
gazes
down
at
me
.
He
’
s
smiling
,
triumphant
.
I
cannot
move
.
I
am
naked
and
shackled
,
spread
-
eagled
on
a
large
four
-
poster
bed
.
Reaching
forward
,
he
trails
the
tip
of
the
crop
from
my
forehead
down
the
length
of
my
nose
,
so
I
can
smell
the
leather
,
and
over
my
parted
,
panting
lips
.
He
pushes
the
tip
into
my
mouth
so
I
can
taste
the
smooth
,
rich
leather
.
“
Suck
,
”
he
commands
,
his
voice
soft
.
My
mouth
closes
over
the
tip
as
I
obey
.
“
Enough
,
”
he
snaps
.
I
’
m
panting
once
more
as
he
tugs
the
crop
out
of
my
mouth
,
trails
it
down
and
under
my
chin
,
on
down
my
neck
to
the
hollow
at
the
base
of
my
throat
.
He
swirls
it
slowly
there
and
then
continues
to
drag
the
tip
down
my
body
,
along
my
sternum
,
between
my
breasts
,
over
my
torso
,
down
to
my
navel
.
I
’
m
panting
,
squirming
,
pulling
against
my
restraints
that
are
biting
into
my
wrists
and
my
ankles
.
He
swirls
the
tip
around
my
navel
then
continues
to
trail
the
leather
tip
south
,
through
my
pubic
hair
to
my
clitoris
.
He
flicks
the
crop
and
it
hits
my
sweet
spot
with
a
sharp
slap
,
and
I
come
,
gloriously
,
shouting
my
release
.
Abruptly
,
I
wake
,
gasping
for
breath
,
covered
in
sweat
and
feeling
the
aftershocks
of
my
orgasm
.
Holy
hell
.
I
’
m
completely
disorientated
.
What
the
hell
just
happened
?
I
’
m
in
my
bedroom
alone
.
How
?
Why
?
I
sit
bolt
upright
,
shocked
…
wow
.
It
’
s
morning
.
I
glance
at
my
alarm
clock
—
eight
o
’
clock
.
I
put
my
head
in
my
hands
.
I
didn
’
t
know
I
could
dream
sex
.
Was
it
something
I
ate
?
Perhaps
the
oysters
and
my
Internet
research
manifesting
itself
in
my
first
wet
dream
.
It
’
s
bewildering
.
I
had
no
idea
that
I
could
orgasm
in
my
sleep
.
Kate
is
skipping
around
the
kitchen
when
I
stagger
in
.
“
Ana
,
are
you
okay
?
You
look
odd
.
Is
that
Christian
’
s
jacket
you
’
re
wearing
?
”
“
I
’
m
fine
.
”
Damn
,
should
have
checked
in
the
mirror
.
I
avoid
her
piercing
green
eyes
.
I
’
m
still
reeling
from
my
morning
’
s
event
.
“
Yes
,
this
is
Christian
’
s
jacket
.
”
