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available, I might have thought twice about letting you whisk me straight into this little love nest,” she giggled. He swatted her butt. The sting radiated straight to her cunt. “Ooo, that was interesting.” She straddled him and rubbed against his erection.
    "Liked that, did ya?” Paul spanked her other cheek, then grabbed onto her hips. He held her still. “Your pussy's coating my cock with cream. God, that feels so good. What's your pleasure, darlin', food or some kinky playtime?"
    "How kinky?” she asked in a husky whisper.
    "I'm not a Dom, Viv, but I'm definitely an ass man. Having you draped over the spanking bench, gently restrained, on display, waiting for me...damn, I might just come picturing it."
    "Well, we can't have that, can we?” She scooted off him and quickly donned the robe. As she loosely tied the sash around her waist, she met his eyes, hoping he could see how much his thoughtfulness meant to her. He winked and sat up.
    "Why don't you see if you can find something that sparks your interest in the armoire, honey?"
    Vivian opened the doors, barely stifling a gasp. Her fingers tightened on the knobs as she surveyed the contents. “No hoods or blindfolds, okay? I'm way claustrophobic, and shit, this is straight from a slasher movie.” She held out a leather face mask with a zipper in the mouth area.
    "That's scaring the crap out of me. Put it back,” he said with a dramatic shudder.
    "Oh please, you expect me to believe you, an owner, didn't know this kind of stuff was in here?” She moved to one side, sweeping her hand in front of the contents in her best impersonation of a game show model.
    "I know exactly what's in there, Vivian. Take a moment, not all of the items cater to the extreme."
    She flashed him a doubting glance before turning her attention back to the contents of the armoire. He was right. There were feathers, fuzzy cuffs, lotions, and small, slim, unintimidating phallic toys mixed in with the ball gags, clampy gadgets, and whips worthy of any slave master.
    Viv ran her fingers over a small, velvet-covered paddle while eyeing what she thought were butt plugs. They varied in length and thickness, but each had the telltale shape she'd read about. The thought of Paul inserting one of them into her virgin rear caused her to shudder. Would it be as pleasurable as her favorite authors described? Could she believe that the exuberant cries of the actresses in the movies she watched late at night were from enjoyment, not just a requirement for the job? She lifted a mid-sized plug, testing the weight.
    "A bold choice,” Paul whispered against her ear while wrapping his arms around her waist. He slowly untied the sash of her robe and eased it off her shoulders. Viv dropped her arms so the fabric could slide off her body to pool at her feet. Paul pressed against her back and cupped both of her breasts.
    "Is it too much? I've never, um..."
    "It's perfect darlin',” he said, rolling her nipples between his fingers. “Do you trust me, Vivian?"
    "Yes.” She answered without hesitation.
    Paul led her to the spanking bench. Little tremors of anticipation raced through her as he adjusted the height.
    "Kneel here. Spread your legs as wide as is comfortable.” He attached restraints around her thighs, caressing her skin and dropping kisses along the way. “Now lie forward and hold here.” This part of the apparatus was thickly padded and supported her entire upper body. She grabbed the handles on the front corners. Paul raised the kneeling platform a bit, causing her ass to point farther upwards. Cool air wafted over her heated, exposed pussy. He fastened the wrist cuffs then took a step back. “Magnificent."
    Interestingly, that exact descriptive term flitted through her mind as she caught sight of his straining erection. The head was almost purple and glistened with moisture. “A part of me is feeling kind of embarrassed trussed up like this, but it appears you don't hate it.” She wiggled an