I reached my hands high over my head and gripped the wrought iron of the headboard. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, pushing him deeper into me. My tongue swirled against his fingers, welcoming their intrusion into my mouth. Then, very slowly, I closed my eyes and turned myself over to him.

He took me hard, fast, and rough. His rigid cock thrust deep, hurting me; I tightened my legs around his hips and drove him deeper. He shoved his fingers into my mouth, choking me; I tilted my head back and took them farther down my throat. In that moment, every part of my body-my breasts, the sweat on my skin, the curves of my thighs, the firm roundness of my breasts pressed flat beneath his body, my soft sucking mouth, the sopping wetness of my cunt-existed only for his pleasure. I gave my body up to him willingly, eagerly, wanting him to use me, possess me, penetrate me, drive himself to ecstasy inside me...

I writhed under his assault, and bucked my hips against every thrust. My fingers curled against the head of the bed as I turned myself over to him. He grunted and cried out, and molten fire gushed within me. I screamed and clamped down hard, milking every bit of heat from him.

It was over. He slipped from me and withdrew his fingers from my mouth. I whimpered and lay still, arms still over my head and legs wide apart. A fine sheen of sweat clung to us both. "Did you enjoy using my body?"

"I did," he said.

I brought my hands, still bound by the steel cuffs he'd clamped on me last night, down between my legs and felt him dripping out of me. I looked up at him and opened my mouth wide in offering. He smiled and repositioned himself over me, then slipped his glistening wet cock between my lips. I closed my eyes as I savored the feel of his penis in my mouth, tasting the musky flavor of our mingled juices. Carefully, thoroughly, I began licking him clean. My fingers probed further, slipping down between my lips and spreading them open. I felt more wetness drip from me,, warm and slippery, and was consumed with a ravenous desire to be filled again. I shoved two fingers into myself and masturbated vigorously, plunging them deep, as I ran my tongue down the length of his softening penis.

He let me clean him with my mouth until he was satisfied that every last trace of our sex was gone. When he withdrew, he had gone completely soft. I whimpered, and he looked down at me with a crooked smile. "Now, now. Don't be greedy. Tonight's going to be a busy night! I have plenty of things in store for you, believe me." He caught my wrists in his hands and gently took my hands away from myself. Later on this evening I've promised Ranbir I'd go over to his place for dinner, and..." He arched an eyebrow as he caught my expression. "Don't give me that look! There will be plenty for you to be doing-and no, you can't come with me." He winked, a gesture that always melts my heart, and kissed the backs of my hands. "Let me uncuff you."

He reached over to the nightstand and picked up the handcuff key. "That is, if you think you deserve to be uncuffed," he said, eyes twinkling mischievously. "Are you a good girl?"

I drew my hands away from him and smiled, impish. "Absolutely not!" I said coquettishly. "I'm a dirty, filthy, naughty girl!"

He laughed. "I can't argue with that! Come here, dirty girl." He unlocked the cuffs and I rubbed my wrists.

He rose from the bed. I swung my legs around and sat on the edge of the bed looking up at him coyly. "Did you like using my body?" I asked sweetly.

A tiny smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "You were...adequate."

I laughed. "Adequate, was I?" I stood and stretched, and arched my body against his. "Only adequate?" I teased. I took his hands in mine and placed them over my breasts. "How about this part of me? Did it meet your expectations? Was it adequate?" I squeezed, pressing his hands into my breasts, feeling my nipples harden against his palm.

The tiny smile again. "Yes. Most adequate."

"And here?" I slid his hand slowly down my body, over my smooth-shaven mound, and pressed his finger into my dripping, freshly-fucked wetness. Pleasure rippled through my body, and I moaned softly. "Did this part of my body suit your needs?"

"It did," he said. He wriggled the tip of his finger slightly, and I moaned again. "This part of your body was pleasing to me."

I took his hand and raised it to my lips. "And how about this part? Did I clean you up well after you took pleasure from using me?" I touched the tip of his index finger, thickly coated with juices, with my tongue, and very, very slowly parted my lips. I gazed into his eyes to savor his reaction as I took his finger into my mouth. He tried to suppress his shudder; his eyelids fluttered. I sank to my knees in front of him and took his hand in both of mine, then held it still as I worked his finger with my mouth. I bobbed my head as I sucked and slurped and moaned around his finger. His cock twitched and stirred. I smiled and sucked his finger deeper.

"Enough!" he said. His voice hovered somewhere between a laugh and a moan. "Sand up. If I let you keep that up, we'll never get going this morning, and we have things to do."

"Like me?" I asked innocently.

He laughed and lifted me bodily to my feet. "You are insatiable this morning! I'm going to have to strip you in public, cuff you, and deny you the right to orgasm more often!" He placed his hands on my shoulders and gripped tightly. The strange animal light came back into his eyes. "Do you like giving your body to me? You enjoy doing what I say?"

I caught my breath. A surge of excitement, tinged with fear, swept over me; I had never seen him quite this animalistic. His normal controlled, rational self seemed to be crumbling, revealing...something else. I had a sense that we were venturing into uncharted territory, and the thought made my heart pound.

"Yes," I squeaked..

"Good," he said, and released me. A strange feeling crept into my mind-a feeling like I had just agreed to something, but I wasn't quite sure what it was. "Now, get cleaned up. I have an errand for you to run this afternoon." He left the room before I could ask him any questions.

I followed him out and crossed into the bathroom. As I turned on the water, I felt my heart beat faster and my breathing grow ragged, and I smiled. So subtly, so gently, so skillfully had Robin and Ranbir manipulated my responses, so deliberately had they taken me, so often had they required ritual masturbation in the shower as part of my normal routine, that now merely the act of stepping into the bathroom aroused me. Together, they had created an indelible association in my mind between this simple thing and sex.

I stepped under the water and let it pour around me, eyes closed. Even this, I thought, had become a sexual act. I soaped myself leisurely; the sensations, the caress on my skin, sent little pulses of pleasure vibrating through my body. I wondered, had they conspired to do this to me, or was it just a happy confluence of their own individual tastes, their own unique appreciation of the naked and wet female form?

The question made me laugh again, this time at myself. "Way to over-think things, Naina!" I said aloud. I placed my fingers between my legs and thrust them inside me over and over until my knees buckled and the heat burned away my reason, in the mandatory little ritual Robin required of me.

I finished the shower a frenzy of hunger and need. I stepped dripping from the stall and toweled myself dry. I wrapped myself in the towel and turned toward the door, and jumped, startled to see Robin leaning nude against the doorjamb. He had dragged a rolling office chair out of the den and parked it behind him in the hallway.

"Are you all clean?"

"At least on the outside," I answered.

"Good. Let's see." He rolled the chair into the bathroom, then stood in front of me. He hooked his finger in the towel and pulled it from me. That strange wild light was still in his eyes. "Stand up straight. Hands behind your back. Present yourself for inspection."

I opened my mouth, then caught that look in his eye. Instantly, I straightened and put my hands behind my back.

"Good. Shoulders back." He nudged my ankles with his foot. "Legs apart."

I complied instantly. I felt vulnerable, standing before him this way, breasts jutting out, hands held behind me, exposed in a way I did not completely understand. He'd seen every part of me countless times before, of course, but still... Something about standing here this way, presenting myself before him like this, made me feel uniquely naked.

And the feeling turned me on.

My nipples grew hard as stone. I felt a twitching between my legs, and butterflies, sexual longing with a tiny edge of fear, in my stomach. He stood beside me, leaned close. His hand caught my chin and tilted my head to one side. He swept my long damp hair back, and looked behind my ears. "Did you clean back here?"

I gulped and nodded. He grunted and tilted my head back,; his fingers ran through my hair, inspecting my scalp. Apparently, what he saw satisfied him, for his fingers moved down the side of my face. He forced my head up and examined my chin and the hollow of my throat. "You scrubbed here too, I trust."

"Yes," I squeaked.

"Good." He placed one hand on my back, between my shoulders, and with his other he began examining my breast. His hand worked its way under my breast, then up over the top, fingers probing and pushing uncomfortably. I felt a surge of strange, tangled emotions; humiliated, objectified by his clinical detachment, but also treasured, like a valued possession, highly prized by its owner. His face was expressionless, distant; but that feral light in his eyes, his rock-solid erection, his raspy breathing all spoke of the way he was taking pleasure from this. "You washed your breasts well, I see. No sign of the words you wrote on them before.