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dead eyes of his, like a tiger in a cage. He spoke a little more severely to me just then, with a deeper cadence to his voice.
    “If you chose to remain in my Harem, Sapphire, before we take our relationship to the next level, we need to have an open and honest discussion about building trust between us and establishing a pain threshold that I may not go beyond. This will include choosing a safe word for you. That is, of course, if you decide to come back next Friday.”
    The way J looked at me with such a commanding seriousness sent a shiver up and down my spine, with goose bumps, more tummy flips, and a feeling of warmth and moisture between my slightly opened thighs. Man, this guy was not kidding around. “Take the relationship to the next level”, “pain threshold”, “safe word”… His words were making me feel dizzy, and excited. He was beginning to have this powerful effect upon me. Could J become my new drug of choice?
    He escorted me out of the little forbidden room, but not before I took a quick peek at all the assorted jazz in there. I caught a glimpse of this huge X-shaped cross, a long table with cuff restraints and some kind of pulley system on the ceiling with ropes dangling from it. Before the door shut I saw the two metal O-rings attached side by side to the black brick wall above the wedge he had just screwed me upon, which I assumed was where my wrists were cuffed. Yeah, he was into B and D. I never thought I would be, but I guess I am too now, both the B and the D part. I liked the feeling of not being unable to move while he rammed himself into me, as hard as he wanted. Most guys are so wishy-washy and touchy-feely with me, but not Master J. I think I’ll stick around to find out what this next level is all about. I decided to come back to the Harem next Friday, right then and there. You know, I’m fine with it; it’s no big deal really, as long as we’re talking whips, chains and nipple clamps, and not engagement rings. You never know with that guy. And with a little blow thrown into the deal, I’ll be an extra good girl. I’ll have to talk to Santa about that.
    J noticed me lick my lips as we walked down the hallway.
    “Come. Let me pour you a nice glass of wine…”
    As he escorted me down through his home, he held my hand. For some reason I felt uncomfortable with the casual physical contact, but I resisted the urge to pull my hand away. The silence made me uncomfortable.
    “Hey J, if you don’t mind my asking… how old are you?”
    “Oh God. I was hoping you wouldn’t—”
    “I know you’re older than me, but I don’t care. Don’t worry about it, you look great to me, you’re in wonderful shape. Come on. I’m twenty three. How old are you, J? Tell me the truth…”
    “I’m thirty four… Is that a problem? The age difference?”
    “It depends on the quality of your wine.”
    “Then I’m in luck. It’s a French Bordeaux. I buy it by the case. Let me pour you a glass.”
    We passed by an open door where I saw two more sluts waiting in what looked like a massive library. He led me through a door and into an ornate living room he had decorated to look like a sheik’s parlor. It had everything except a hookah and pot-bellied rich Lords, tearing chicken off the bone with their yellow, chipped teeth. There were comfy couches, fluffy pillows and a banquet table filled with delectable treats. J poured out two glasses of red wine. He sloshed his around in the glass and sniffed it like a connoisseur, before taking a sip. I immediately took a swig of mine and it went down smooth.
    “You like, Sapphire?”
    “Nice, but do you have anything a little stronger, boss?”
    “Stronger?”
    “Do I have to spell it out for you?”
    J gave me a confused look, so I whispered into his ear, in my most seductive voice, “I’m a coke whore, J…”
    “Really?”
    I nodded my head. J set his glass of wine down and gave me a concerned look.
    “Be careful with that drug Sapphire. It’s