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  “Now pull my pants down.”  
    I reached up and pulled his pants down as
he undid his tie, unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it away.   When he was naked, he walked across the
room, disappearing out of my line of vision.   I heard him rummaging around for something in the closet.
    “Crawl back to the ottoman, Charlotte.”
    I did as I was told, crawling back to the
ottoman, waiting.
    When he came back, I felt his breath on
the back of my neck as he bent down to talk to me, his body enveloping mine.
    “I’m going to tie your hands together
now, Charlotte,” he said.   His
breath was warm on my neck, his lips grazing my skin as he spoke.   “I’m going to tie you up and then I’m
going to punish you.”
    I bit my lip.  
    “Do you understand?”  
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Do you know why you are being
punished?”   He grabbed my arms,
forced them behind my back, pushed my wrists together until they were crossed.
    “Because I …”
    “Do you trust me, Charlotte?”
    “Yes.”
    “Do you know how it feels when you act
like you don’t?”
    “No.”
“Are you willing to prove your trust for me, Charlotte?” he breathed.
    “Yes.”   I felt something rough and twisty sliding across the back of
my wrists.   A rope.   Noah was tying my wrists together with
a rope.   There would be no
handcuffs, no scarves, no ties.   This time I would be tied with a rope, the kind of rope that could leave
deep marks.
    My body overflowed with desire, wanting
him to leave marks on me.  
    Stop, my mind cried.   Are you crazy?   You’re
about to testify at an evidentiary hearing.   Do you really want to have marks on your wrists where he
tied you up?
    But I pushed the thoughts out.
    I didn’t care.
    I was reckless, drunk on lust and
excitement, the kind of crazed abandon I’d only ever read about, the kind of
want I’d never thought could exist in real life.   The kind of insane desire that could make you do crazy
things, the kind that could cloud your judgment and make you lose all sense of
reason.
    Noah tied the ropes tight, the threads biting
in my skin.  
    Then he pushed me down onto the ottoman,
so that my cheek sunk into the leather.   He pulled my panties off of me in one swift motion.
    I heard a swishing noise, and then
something slid over my skin, soft and supple.
    His belt.
    “I’m going to spank you with this belt
now, Charlotte,” he said, his voice even.  
    He was barely finished speaking before I
heard it.
    Slash.
    The belt bit through the air and landed
on my backside.   It was a soft hit,
just enough to leave my skin hot, but not enough to really hurt.  
    “Do you trust me, Charlotte?” Noah
demanded.
    “Yes.”
    “I don’t believe you.”  
    He punctuated his words with whips.  
    The slashes were becoming harder now, and
I cried out at the last one.   My
skin was raw and sore, and the stinging pain zipped through my skin.   I didn’t care.   I was an animal, I was crazed and out
of my mind.   I wanted more.   “More, please,” I said.   “I want more.”
    He crossed into my line of vision, his
body strong, tall, commanding.   The
room was dark, the blinds closed tightly, and he stepped in front of the light
that was sitting on the desk, which illuminated him, casting him in an ethereal
glow.
    “More what, Charlotte?”   He took my chin in his hand, cupping it
gently in his palm, his finger sliding against my bottom lip and slipping back
into my mouth.
    “More submission.”
    He grinned, a wicked grin, then took the
belt and wrapped it around my neck.   I stayed still.   It was
another one of his tests.   He
tightened the belt around my neck, fastening it around me like it was a collar.
    “I want you to climb onto the ottoman
now.”   He wrapped the end of the
belt around his hand, tightening it.   “And get on all fours.”
    I climbed up as I was told, the belt
cutting into my neck as I moved.   I
perched on all fours, my ass in the air.
    “Arch your back.