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you take a moment to look deeper; a moment to listen to what your body, your inner voice is telling you… it’s only then you see what you’re really faced with. And then you realize that confronting it might not actually bring you the pain you first envisage. Sometimes it brings you the greatest relief. And sometimes… it can even bring you pleasure.”
    Oh yes, I could see perfectly! There was no disputing what today’s learning objective was all about. My initial reactions today had been natural, given the fact I was deprived of my sight. But they were analogous to the way I responded to my father—blindly. The only difference being that I wasn’t deprived of sight; I just chose not to see. It was time to take a proper look, to listen to what my body was trying to tell me. When I woke screaming and covered in sweat from one of my horrific nightmares; when my insides turned in on themselves the moment I set eyes on my father, or I felt compelled to stick my fingers down my throat to relieve the painful led weight manifesting inside my gut, it was time to listen. Listen—and respond.
    Scala’s dulcet tones started in on their rendition of “Smells like Teen Spirit”as I nodded my understanding. “I can see that now. Thank you, Ethan. You’ve taught me a valuable life lesson today.”
    I could almost hear the frown line appear in his forehead. “You don’t need to thank me.”
    With all my heart, I wished that I could see his face, so that I could gaze into his eyes and he would see how in awe of him I was. My man was a deep thinker; a wise, intelligent, sensitive soul, and I loved him with every inch of my being. The corners of my mouth kinked into a smile. “You’re an extraordinary teacher, Mr. Wilde. Your technique is… exceptional.”
    “I’m glad you approve, Miss Lawson.”
    “I wonder—do I get a reward for being such a good student?”
    “Are you asking me to fuck you, Miss Lawson?”
    “You read me too well.” I smirked.
    “I do. And the answer? All in good time, baby. For now, open your very fuckable mouth… and suck.”
    A fresh ice cube grazed across my lips, the shock of the cold combined with eager anticipation making me follow through on his command immediately. I lapped at the ice, closing my lips around it and drawing on its liquefying juice.
    “Harder,” he groaned appreciatively. “Suck harder.”
    I took a long pull and then without warning it was gone.
    “Shh, wait,” he whispered, spurring me to lie silent and still, but leaving me uncertain as to why.
    The room was pin-drop quiet. All I could hear was the reverberating sound of my battering heartbeat as it pulsed in my ears. Seconds passed, and then the sound of tinkling piano music introduced Scala’s “Nothing Else Matters.”
    And then I felt it.
    One ice-cold drop of melted ice struck the swollen nub of my clit. The vision that sprang instinctively to mind was that of the sharp end of a whip flipping against me, the impact shocking and painfully, impossibly arousing. My entire body began to quiver, the one single blow almost enough to tip me over into a wild erupting orgasm.
    “Oh… fuck!” The profanity hissed through my clenched teeth as I tried desperately to remain in control. A second drop hit, lashing at my throbbing flesh. “Ethan, please!”
    “Shh, baby.” His voice tried to ease me down as he began a trail, the ice cube making contact just above my navel and traveling up to circle one heavy breast and then the other. He moved it around and around, the rotations gradually decreasing until it skimmed perfectly over the tips of my aching nipples. I arched my back, pressing my breasts skywards in search of more friction, my body now in urgent need of contact.
    “Touch me. Please, E, I’m begging you to touch me.”
    “If I do, you must promise you won’t move. Don’t reach out for me, don’t try and touch me. Not until I say.”
    “I swear… I promise.”
    Suddenly, the cube was gone, replaced by