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Natasha. I often wondered if I gave her the impression I wanted more. I had told her time and time again that I need a convenient relationship within the scene. She always agreed. I just don’t know what had happened over the past months that would have changed her mind. I look down at her and raise my brow remembering she hadn’t answered me.
    “Yes, Master .”  Still her voice did not falter.
    “Good. Now stand.” I command.
    Natasha… obeys.
    I run my knuckles down her soft cheek, then over her pink lips. Her eyes close briefly but open with dilated pupils. I continue to trail my knuckles around her hair line and to her braid. I lo ck my eyes with hers. I grab her braid and wrap it around my hand. I grab that last bit of attention I need from her before I proceed, I know now, I fully have her attention. If I was more of a sentimental kind of guy, I might comment on the softness of her skin, or the smell of her hair, but that wasn’t the kind of person I was anymore.
    I loved women. 
    I loved training them.
    I loved touching, teasing, tasting them.
    Everything about a woman was beautiful.  A woman to me was never more beautiful than when she was helpless and at my mercy. A woman doesn’t know who or what she is, until she has given up everything. The exchange between two souls at any point is powerful.
    I pull her hair to tilt her head back which bares her neck to me. I lean down and press a small open mouth kiss on her soft skin, before running my tongue down her neck.   A little kindness before the pain. I move back up her neck to her jaw line before taking her lips with mine.  It was a tender reassuring kiss. I reassure her that while I am her Master, she can trust me.  There was a time for hard and possessive, but I wanted to make sure she remembered this. During what I have planned…she just may forget.
    I pulled back and smiled down at her.  “Remember what I said, Natasha.”
    “Yes, Master .”
    I kiss her quickly on the lips and pull away again. When I look down at her, her eyes are closed. Her breathing is getting heavier and quicker. I run my hands down her shoulders until I have her hands in mine. Slowly I lead her over to the bench that I have not yet used to its full capabilities.  I stop and look back at her.  Releasing her hand, I continued to stare. Her eyes open and the message is clear. The directions were in my eyes and in my body language.  Natasha knew exactly what I wanted.  She turned and stood in front of the bench with her hips pressed against the front. She spread her legs out even with each leg on the bench.  I bent over and strapped her ankles to the legs with the leather cuffs.  It took only a matter of seconds, but I could smell her arousal had kicked up just by this simple step. 
    Moving over to the table that was set out in the corner, I grabbed the two things I needed; blindfold and a ball gag. The ball gag had pre-existing indents from the last time we were here. I rub my thumb over the marks as I make my way back to Natasha. Leaning over her, I place the blindfold over her eyes.  I could see her pulse race faster in the pulse point in her neck and her breathing became more laboured. She is unbelievably responsive.
    “By now Natasha, I know your body.  I know your signs. I know how you work. Trust me to know your limits and when to stop.” I whisper into her ear before nipping it.
    “I do, Hunter .” she says on a moan.
    I stop nipping instantly. That is the first time she has ever called me by my name during a scene. Quickly and sharply I connect the palm of my hand with her ass.
    “Sorry Master.” She corrects.
    I slip the ball gag into her mouth and secure it behind her head next. When it’s buckled together, I run my hands down her neck to her shoulders and down her back. When she lowered her head I ran my hands down to her backside.  Everyone has reasons for the way they act or do the things they do.  Those reasons don’t matter at the end of the