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rest came out in a rush.  But insecurity is just part of my problem. I think being afraid to
lose control is the root. I really fear letting go so I keep my life contained to the point
where I m not doing anything at all.
Rachel leaned forward and rubbed her shoulders again.  Well, you sure as hell let go
this weekend. I m proud of you. And I think I know the perfect antidote to your loss-of-
control phobia.
Rachel s voice purred near her ear, and hair prickled on Melissa s neck. She had a
strong suspicion where this was heading.
 Surrender control completely. Give it over to Michael and me. Let us tie you up and
have our way with you.
 How did I know you were going to suggest that? Melissa s gaze met Michael s,
and he grinned, a wide wolfish smile that made her want to turn belly up and say, Take
me.
Rachel grabbed her shoulders tighter and rocked her from side to side.  Come on,
sweet stuff. You know you want to. It s all part of the experiment.
Her desire was piqued at the thought of ropes and sensual tortures and Rachel s
words: Have our way with you. What kinds of things would they do? And would they let
her go if she d had enough?
 What about a safe word? We d have to establish that.
 Jesus, Lissa, what do you think we ll be doing to you?
 I don t know, but I want to know I can end it if I don t like it.
 It s all about trust, Michael said.  Do you trust that we won t hurt you?
A frisson of fear shivered up her spine at the thought of putting herself completely in
Michael and Rachel s power especially Rachel s. Sometimes the girl didn t know when
to quit.  I guess so, but I still want a safe word  peanut butter. 
He chuckled.  Fine. Everything stops if you say it.
Chapter Seven
 Oh, God, Melissa groaned.
Peanut butter. Peanut butter. Peanut butter.
Her arms and legs strained against the scarves tying her to the bedposts. Luckily or
not Rachel had a drawer full to choose from, dating back to the period where she
always wore a scarf around her neck, on her hair or tied like a sash at her waist. Brilliant,
bold prints of swirls and flowers and stripes now wrapped around Melissa s wrists and
ankles, fastening her spread-eagled across the bed.
The scarves were soft so they didn t cut into her flesh, but Rachel and Michael had
drawn them so there was no slack. Her arms were already a little sore from being
stretched above her head, and she tested the bonds to see if they d give at all. They didn t.
The worse part was her legs, spread so far apart there wasn t an inch of privacy for
her pussy. Rachel had slipped a small cushion under her ass so her hips were held up off
the bed and her sex was completely on display. It tightened and loosened in regular
pulses, wetness trickling down and pooling along the crack of her ass. Her opening
yawned wide, and the desire to be filled rolled through her in steady waves, but so far,
neither of her captors seemed inclined to fulfill that need.
In fact, they d left her alone in her room as soon as they d finished tying her up.
Rachel had beckoned Michael, whispered something in his ear, and they both walked out.
How much time had passed? Michael had covered the alarm clock so Melissa
couldn t check the numbers. She was glad Rachel hadn t thought to blindfold her as well
if this was an exercise in sensory deprivation. That would have been far too freaky for her
to deal with.
Peanut butter.
She counted out the seconds to help her measure time. One thousand one, one
thousand two, one thousand three. The room remained silent and dimly lit by the late
afternoon sunlight sneaking in around the edges of the blinds. Melissa strained her ears
and heard a quiet murmur of voices from the other room. What master plan were they
hatching out there, and how would they execute it? She reached one thousand eighty-two
before the bedroom door opened.
Rachel entered first, followed by Michael. They didn t make eye contact with her,
but did pause for a lingering look at her nude body stretched across the bed. She pictured
herself through their eyes: pale limbs spread in all directions, pert breasts poking up
toward the ceiling, pink pussy open to view, head lifted from the pillow and enormous
brown eyes gazing at them. Yes, she looked hot and sexy. The knowledge sent more
fluids trickling from her yawning entrance to wet the pillow beneath her.
Holding another scarf in her hands, Rachel crossed the room to the bed and covered
Melissa s eyes with it.
 No, Melissa protested.  Don t.
Ignoring her, Rachel wound the fabric around her head and tied it in back. It was
snug but not uncomfortable. Melissa was plunged into blackness. It was amazing how the
loss of sight changed things, adding to her sense of vulnerability. She tugged at her arms,
desperate to pull the scarf from her eyes, but there was no play in the bonds. Her arms
were beginning to ache from the position.  Can you at least scratch my nose? It s driving
me nuts.
There was no response. Peanut butter!  Come on, Rach. It itches and that s not
particularly sexy.
 Say,  Please.  Michael s voice sounded deeper, huskier, different. Whether he was
putting on an act for her benefit or it was her imagination, Melissa wasn t sure.
 Please.
 Mistress. Rachel s voice was a breathy murmur.  Please, Mistress.
 We re going to play that? All right. Fine. Please, Mistress, scratch my nose.
A finger rubbed the bridge of her nose, lightly, delicately. Then fingertips played
over her face, touching her everywhere like raindrops pattering down & forehead,
cheekbones, nose, lips, jaw. She squirmed at the sensation but couldn t escape it.
A second pair of hands touched her feet. She jerked in surprise, fearing tickling. But
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