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“Because in my excitement, I can take things too far. I need to know you’re okay. That I’m not taking things further than you can handle.”

“Okay. So what are the rules?”

“We’ll start with what’s called a ‘safe word.’ For example, a lot of women have a rape fantasy.”

I fight the wave of horror that washes over me. “Why would a woman want that?” I ask, keeping my expression neutral.

“Lots of reasons. Some want sex, but because of the way they were raised they want to make it seem like they have no say in the matter. That being ravished is out of their control.”

“How does a safe word help?”

“Let’s say it’s you who have a rape fantasy. You enjoy the struggle against your rapist. It’s part of your sexual fantasy. In this case, you would not use the agreed-upon safe word. But if rape was reprehensible to you, in this case you would use the safe word and I’d stop.”

“Makes sense.” It doesn’t make sense at all, at least to me. But it must for Lorenzo.

“So let’s find a word. You choose.”

I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”

“How about the word ‘pinkie’.”

“Sounds good,” Lorenzo says with a nod

“Shall we try it out now?”

I look toward the red velvet curtain? “What if the guard walks in.”

“That’s part of the fun.” Lorenzo takes a final look at me before putting his sleek briefcase on a bench and taking out a length of rope.

“Remove your clothing.”

Immediately, I unbutton my blouse.

“Not like that!”

I realize he wants a provocative strip tease.

“Like this?” I unbutton slowly, swaying my hips as I do so.

“Yes, exactly like that.”

Next I wiggle out of my tight pencil skirt, leaving on the stockings and garter belt Antoine demanded I purchase.

From the look of Lorenzo’s eyes, he’s enjoying this show immensely. I reach down to unhook my garter.

“No.Not yet,” Lorenzo orders.

He takes the rope and ties my ankles just above my high heels. Then another rope to tie my hands behind my back.

There’s no mirror anywhere here. But I could already tell I’m a more glamorous version of the girl in the paintings.

Lorenzo orders me to turn around and thrust my hips toward him. I hear him unzip. It arouses me.

Then I feel his pulsating cock against my pussy. I’m dripping wet as he nudges himself inside me, just enough to make me gasp in pleasure.

Then he enters slowly. Too slow. Eager for satisfaction, I buck against him, wanting more.

“Yes, Lorenzo,” I say.