CHAPTER EIGHT.









As if he’d read her mind he suddenly let the towel drop to the floor and pulled her by the arm back into the bedroom. He hadn’t said a word to her since they’d come upstairs and now it was starting to unnerve her. She longed to hear his voice, even just for its own sake, for the sound itself. She loved the sound of his voice. It wasn’t particularly deep but it was rich and soft, and smooth like honey, even when he was angry at her.

The sound of his voice was a big thing for her, blindfolded as she was, it was all she had, the only other connection to him apart from his physical presence and she needed to hear it often but still he said nothing though as he led her to the bedroom.

She stood beside the bed where he’d put her. Her hands still cuffed behind her back pulled her shoulders back and made her small firm breasts appear much more prominent than usual.

He gently kissed her lips and she relaxed into his touch. His tongue probed, searching out every nook and cranny, every tooth as if he was examining every inch of her mouth.

He ran his hand up her spine, making her shiver and then there they were again. His hands in her still damp hair. He let it run over his fingers and gently fall back down onto her shoulders. Then he dug his fingernails into her scalp and raked them lightly back from her forehead to the nape of her neck before beginning to massage her head in tiny circles, all the while still kissing her so passionately that she was soon almost purring.

His nimble fingers worked their way around behind her ears and down towards her neck again until she arched her back and moaned softly.

“Oh God, that’s so good.”

The next thing she knew he’d grabbed her hair in one hand and was holding her tight by the throat with the other, high up under her chin, forcing her head back and to one side. She gasped from the shock of this abrupt change of mood and struggled to keep her balance. The relief surged through her as the adrenaline flooded her system after such a long slow build-up. Her knees buckled and she could feel her heart racing as she noticed that she was breathing very erratically, fast and heavy one moment then barely at all the next.

He held her in this position for what seemed like ages and all she could think was,

“Yes, oh God yes! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Yes! Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you.”

Any more rational thought simply refused to form in her mind. The perversely pleasurable combination of the gradually heightened sensuality and this sudden onset of fear and pain were almost too much for her. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think clearly and was having trouble focussing on the situation.

He knew it too, he was playing her like a fiddle, gently taking her off into some nice sensual, romantic floating on a cloud feeling then violently pushing her off and watching her trying to get to grips with the sudden freefall and the terror of the inevitable impact.

Just as her head was starting to swim, he leant in close to her ear and whispered,

“Is there a problem?”

Shocked, she tried to shake her head.

“Oh God, no Master, anything but.”

She had no idea what he was talking about. Why would he think there was a problem? Then she realised that she must have made a mistake, done something she shouldn’t have done but what? She came back down to Earth with a crash.

“Oh God, I’ve upset him again. What did I do wrong?”

“When I was talking to you downstairs earlier, he continued, still whispering, I was speaking in English, wasn’t I?”

She took a deep breath to try and calm herself while she racked her brain for what he’d said then that was relevant now.

“Yes Master she said cautiously, definitely English Master.”

“I wasn’t speaking Swahili?”

“No Master.”

“Or Serbo-Croat?”

“No Master.”

“I see. Right. And you can actually hear me clearly enough, can you?”

Now she was really starting to get panicky. She was totally lost. What the hell was he on about?

“Yes Master, I can hear you perfectly well. Thank-you Master.”

“Then presumably the problem must be occurring between your ears and your tiny brain

There was a pause and she whimpered ever so slightly as he shook her head a little as if to see if there was some loose cog or screw in there somewhere…

because if you heard me telling you that you weren’t to make a sound unless I asked you a direct question and you understood me telling you that you weren’t to make a sound unless I asked you a direct question

Another pause and the realisation of what she’d done began to sink in…

then I fail to see why you are making so much noise now?”

Now she remembered. But now it was too late.

“Oh God. I’m sorry Master, I forgot. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m sorry Master. I’m so very sorry Master. It just felt so nice, what you were doing and I got carried away and I forgot. I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry

She repeated the words over and over until finally he stopped her.

“Enough. he said, Just try…to get…it…right. He jabbed his finger into the centre of her forehead to emphasise the words.

“Yes Master, she whimpered, I will Master, I’m sorry Master.



He pushed her back onto the bed and knelt astride her stomach, crushing the air from her.

“Be sure that you do. he said. But by now he was only half interested. His attention had been diverted by her breasts which were jiggling in a particularly attractive manner now that she was having trouble breathing due to his weight pressing on her belly.

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