I pulled the invading cucumber from me with a slurping noise and lay back on the couch twitching. The force of my contractions had mashed the end of the cucumber into pulp inside the condom.

"Oh fuck, oh my God, that was so...phew!" I folded my arms over my bruised breasts. "Did you like that as much as I did?"

Oh, yes. Oh, yes. I bet he did too. We are done with you for now. Put the butter away and go to bed. You'll need your strength for when I get home.

I smiled. "I wish you were coming home tomorrow."

So do I. Believe me. I have to finish on the client's site tomorrow and then pack, so I won't have time to look in on you. I will be home very early in the morning Wednesday morning. I'm sure you'll be able to keep yourself entertained.

When you go to bed tonight, leave the cuffs on your wrists and ankles. Clip them together with the small carabiners. I want your wrists and ankles bound together while you sleep tonight. Blindfold yourself, too.

"Mmmmm," I purred. "Okay."

Oh, one more thing.

"What's that?"

Leave the door unlocked tonight.

My heart did flip-flops. "What? Why?"

After a sexy show like that, I'm sure Ranbir is plenty horny. He might want to come in during the night and make use of you. That's why I want your wrists and ankles bound together...so that if he wakes you up by rolling you over and taking you from behind, you won't go anywhere.

"But I..."

It was already too late. The chat window told me he had logged off. If he was still watching the feed from the cameras, it was clear he had no intention of responding.

I carefully wrapped the butter that had been inside me in its wax paper wrapper and carried it and the box into the kitchen. Once they'd safely been put away, I brought the laptop into the bedroom. I dug through the box of hardware Robin keeps on hand for those times when he finds it necessary or amusing to restrain me, and took out two small oval carabiners, each resembling a chain link with a spring-loaded lever that could open and close it.

I sat on the edge of the bed and brought my feet up, then clipped the cuffs around my ankles together. I did the same for the cuffs on my wrists, awkwardly, then took a long black scarf from the nightstand and covered my eyes.

The cuffs binding my wrists made an interesting challenge of tying the sash behind my head. My heart thudded and my hands shook; I wondered if he would show up, what he would do to me if he did. My body was sore, throbbing; if he chose to take me, I would feel it...

I raised my bound wrists toward the camera overlooking the bed. "Goodnight, Robin," I whispered, not even knowing if he was still watching, "see you soon. Goodnight Ranbir...perhaps feel you sooner..." I fumbled blindly for the switch on the lamp and flipped it off, then curled beneath the sheets and waited for sleep to come.

....4

I hung there, in a dreamless sleep, beyond awareness or reason. Slowly, the faintest perceptions began to seep into the formless void...a sense of coolness, and barely, at the periphery of consciousness, a stirring, and a subtle feeling of need. Then, a rhythm, my hips moving of their own accord, and a feeling, building...

...and suddenly, I snapped awake, confused and disoriented. I was blind; something covered my eyes, blocking vision. I could feel a heavy presence over me; blunt fingers pressed between my legs, probing. I cried out in sudden panic, and tried to push the hand away, but my wrists were bound together, making me clumsy and ineffective. I tried to twist away, but my feet were held together...

A hand clamped roughly over my mouth, pressing me down into the bed and cutting me off in mid-scream. The fingers shoved tight in the space between my legs moved faster, and it was already too late; I'd been too close before I woke, and my hips writhed upward to meet them even as I struggled and fought to escape. Then the orgasm was on me, unstoppable, and I writhed and shook and sobbed, fear and ecstasy twining together, and screamed around the hand pressed over my mouth.

Laughter, as the hands over my mouth and between my legs were withdrawn. "You really are a delightful slut, aren't you? You're always ready, even in your sleep!"

I lay panting, naked and covered in a sheen of sweat, my wrists and ankles cuffed together, eyes blindfolded. "Damnit, Ranbir! You scared the bejeezus out of me!" My heart pounded so fiercely I could scarcely think. I reached up to the blindfold, and jumped as his hands caught mine.

"Nope, you're not taking that off just yet."

I sat up and pulled the sheet around me, feeling exposed.

"Oh, no, you don't." Strong hands pulled the sheet away. "I like your body too much to let you cover it up." Fingers stroked my left breast, and I jumped in surprise and pulled away.

Another laugh. "Besides, I think we're a little past the point of shyness in our relationship, don't you? I mean, considering that hot kinky sex and all." His fingers caressed my breasts, surprisingly gentle. I drew my knees up toward my body and shrank back against the cool wall behind me, its texture slightly rough on my skin.

His hands, warm and soft, fell to my knees and gently coaxed them apart. Fingernails traced lightly over my inner thigh; I shuddered at the sensation and felt goosebumps rise. Then fingertips on my breasts again, lightly describing patterns in my skin. I moaned softly in spite of myself, and felt my resentment at the rude awakening start to slip.

"So are these true?"

"What?"

"What you've written on your body. 'Cock sucker.' 'Come slut.'" His fingers were a gentle caress as they traced the letters drawn in black marker on my skin. "'I swallow.' Do you?"

"I was..." I drew up tighter against the wall. "I was told to write those things on myself."

"That isn't what I asked. I asked if they were true. Are they? Do you?"

"Yes," I said, my voice small. I felt suddenly self-conscious and vulnerable, and drew my knees together again.

"Yes to what? Yes you swallow, or yes the things you wrote all over yourself are true?"

"Yes to..." I stammered, throat dry. "Yes to both." I flushed beneath the blindfold, and I was suddenly glad it hid part of my face from him.

"Kneel." The word was halfway between a request and a command.

"I..."

"Kneel!" This time, there was an edge to it, that tone of authority that always, whenever I hear it, slips past my defenses and goes right to the heart of where I live. Oh, I thought, even as I moved reflexively to comply, he's learning fast...

His hands caressed my hair and slid down over my bare shoulders as I knelt bound and blindfolded on the bed in front of him. His touch was soft and sensual, a contrast to his commanding voice.

"Good. I'm glad to hear that," he said. "I have something for you, something I think you might like." He took my hands in his, and spread my fingers open. Then he drew my hands up, wrists held close together by the carabiners linking the leather cuffs I wore, and wrapped my fingers around his erect shaft.

I shuddered and drew in my breath. He was very hard; his erection jutted out at a sharp angle from his body, so close to my face, swarm and silky under my fingers. "So, you say it's true that you're a cocksucker. Would you like this in your mouth?"

I nodded, wordlessly, and licked my lips involuntarily. A part of me cringed at the obviousness of the gesture.

"Convince me."

"What?"

"Convince me. I want you to convince me that you want my cock in your mouth. Beg for it. Tell me what you are, and tell me how badly you want it."

"But I..."

"Shhh." His finger over my lips, softly. "Not another word out of you unless it's to persuade me that you're a come slut, and you want my cock in your mouth." His fingers stroked lightly, one fingertip slightly parting my lips. "And, you know, I've heard that women don't really enjoy sucking cock, so I might be difficult to convince."

"I..." I swallowed nervously, feeling awkward and vulnerable and slightly uncomfortable. I remembered viscerally the way it had felt, when he'd first taken me, to have him in my mouth, how different he was from Robin, how much it had turned me on... My stomach did little nervous flip-flops, and I felt something wet drip from between my legs. I remembered, too, that I had wanted to taste him, I had wanted to bring him to pleasure with my mouth, and that I had actually been disappointed when it hadn't happened.

I ran my fingers blindly over the length of his shaft, feeling the soft warm skin, the thickness and rigidity. "I want to suck your cock."

"That's not very convincing. You didn't even say 'please.'"

"Please!" My voice quavered, and my skin felt hot. "Please, I want to suck your cock." My cheeks glowed redly.

"If that's the best you can do, we're going to be here for a while. I want you to make me believe it."

"I..." I took a deep breath and shuddered. "I want to suck your cock. I need to suck your cock. You're driving me crazy!" I curled my fingers tighter around his shaft, and felt the craving begin to grow for real. "I want this in my mouth. I want to draw it in until I feel your head at the back of my throat. I want to feel my mouth open when I take it in. I want to feel my lips stretch around it. I want to take it all until it completely fills my mouth. I want to savor it slowly and slide my slippery wet tongue over it and cherish it and oh, God..." I shuddered again, at the words spilling from my lips, and at the longing and craving they ignited.

I slid my hands up further, until my fingers caressed the bulbous head of his erection. They found a drop of wet slick, and I whimpered with sudden need. I clenched and felt more wetness between my legs. My nipples, still sore from the clothespins during the evening's show, came painfully erect. "Please! Please let me suck your cock! I need a cock in my mouth, I'll do anything you say! Please, I'm such a come slut, my mouth needs to be filled with warm sweet come! I want to taste it, I want to feel it sliding down my throat I want you to fill my mouth with it, please!" The words poured out of me, and took on a life of their own, undeniable and irrevocable as they fled from my lips and hung in the air between us.