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I leaned back against the door after I had closed it on her. Well the die was cast, I thought. I had placed her at a fork in the path and could only hope she would choose the one that circled back to me. I felt sated with Miara's departure and so noticing that Tanna was looking at me longingly, made me sigh. I really was feeling rather drained.
I untied Tanna and praised her performance. I offered her one of my overcoats for the trip back to her place. She let it slide from her fingers and it dropped to the floor. Without a word she sank to her knees and crawled off down the hall toward my bedroom. She took her time, pausing once to look back at me over her shoulder, with pleading eyes, before passing from sight through my door.
My ambivalence melted and I followed her after all. Tanna had truly mastered the art of seduction and could have stirred juices from a stone. She was in the bed with a single sheet pulled to her chin. I took a corner of it and tugged it slowly down her body, appreciating her, an inch at a time. Fully unveiled, she really was breathtaking. Tanna had the sort of beauty that excites a man no matter how often he has viewed it. A quality that great art captures and holds timeless.
I knew what she wanted. Right then, I would have preferred to give her the soft, gentle lovemaking that many women crave but I knew her needs were different.
"Turn over and raise your bottom, Tanna." I demanded.
I sat beside her on the bed and wrapped my left arm around her. I pulled her waist to my side and began kneading her bottom cheeks.
"I know that I praised your performance but it occurs to me that you also did something very naughty while you were tied to that table."
As I spoke, I ran the tips of my fingers up and down the lips of her slit. Her purse was protruding impudently below the crevice of her raised ass. My attentions drew a sigh from her.
"You came without permission. Didn't you, Tanna." I stated, accusingly.
"Yes, Master. I couldn't help myself."
"I'm sorry, Tanna, but I can't let it pass."
"I understand, Master."
Gauging my force carefully, I brought my open hand down sharply on her proffered rear end.
"Smack!"
I waited a moment testing her reaction. Her ass twitched impatiently and I knew she wanted more. I began moving from one cheek to the other. Each slap the tiniest bit harder than its predecessor. Harder and faster I paddled. Somewhere along the way, her cries joined the rhythm of my hand. I was panting by the time she arched up off the bed and came with a loud wail.
I flopped onto my back, exhausted. After a bit, I felt her lips brush mine and then move to my ear.
"Thank you, Master. I wish you had found me years ago. I envy the attention you are lavishing on your little teacher. I had actually retired from what I used to do until I heard your voice on the phone today. If she fails to return to you…call me, huh?"
I felt her slip away and the rosy glow faded from my closed eyelids as the light went out.
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I awoke around nine, feeling refreshed. I breakfasted on the terrace and made several phone calls. The first to the jeweler, who assured me that the commission I had given him, had been picked up by the messenger service. He said it was one of his finer pieces. Yes he'd received my note and had included it as instructed. To my amusement, he told me he assumed that the lady who was receiving such a costly gift must have a poodle of which she was exceedingly fond.
Next I made first class reservations for two on the next evening's flight to Costa Rica. If Miara accepted my gift I wanted to take her away from anything that would remind her of her old self. I would take a villa on the water for us. It would be the perfect setting while Miara and I defined our relationship. The interplay between master and slave was never the simplistic, black and white arrangement that many assume. Over time, subtle innovations colored and shaded the pleasures that were exchanged.
If I was rejected …well, I wanted a change anyway. The fact was, that I had been bored stiff with this town for some time now. Initially, it was boredom that had set me to chasing Miara. Along the way I had developed a desire for her that I could not explain. Why I would choose a girl next door type, over someone like the exotic Tanna, still baffled me. This was probably a good thing. I suspected that once we came to totally understand our motivations, it would all be over. No more thrills. No more mystery. Yes, I thought, mystery was the crucial spice if one wanted to cook up a delicious life.
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