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dominant role, refusing to talk about it or allow her to break from her little lamb
position.
Before she knew it, Saturday had come and gone with them both playing a
role. Besides spending the day completely nude as usual, Perry had spent the day
pushing her limits, both mentally and physically. He'd tied her up spread-eagle in
front of an uncovered window. Then he'd bound her hands over her head in the
shower stall while housekeeping cleaned their room. When a housekeeper nearly
stepped into the bathroom, Perry stopped her.
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Cherish's heart still raced thinking about that moment. Now that Sunday
rolled around, she didn't want their time to end. But it had to stop just like it did
every weekend. She needed to talk to him. She needed to resolve some issues.
Maybe she needed to do what she'd always done protect herself and move on.
She glanced down at her watch again. The time had only moved one minute
from the last time she looked at it.
We have an hour. Perry unlocked the safe to retrieve her items.
Actually, only fifty-eight minutes, Sir. She sank into the sofa and clasped her
hands together. She rested her hands on her bare, jittery knees.
Even though their time wound down, she found it difficult to get dressed
again. The nudity gave her freedom, strength, power. Once clothed, she would be a
drone in the corporate army and struggling to make a difference. And when she
reverted back to Cherish Burke instead of Little Lamb, she would have to confront
Perry about so many things like the sex and possibly betraying her confidence.
Perry placed her purse and car keys on the coffee table in front of her. Clad in
a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt, he still looked good enough to eat. The thought of
it brought back memories of falling asleep while holding his impressive cock in her
mouth. The saltiness of his precum had hit the back of her throat. She swallowed
now to see if she could conjure the flavor of his juices, but it was too late.
Perry had gone back to the closet and pulled out her suit, the same one she
wore on Friday night. This time a clear plastic dry-cleaning bag covered it. No
matter what, he always sent her home clean.
As he walked toward her, she kept her stare directly at his crotch. Her nipples
hardened the closer he got to her. To keep her hands occupied and away from her
throbbing clitoris, she held on to her knees. However, her stare remained on Perry's
core, his center.
Up.
Cherish heard the directive. Her body refused to move, not when the proximity
of his body teased her.
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Little Lamb, he said with a bit more forcefulness in his voice.
Oh. Sorry, Sir. Cherish sprang to her feet.
As usual, Perry dressed her. Cherish steadied herself by putting her hands on
Perry's broad shoulders as she stepped into her skirt. He directed her to turn
around, then zipped up her skirt in the back.
He slipped on her bra. He cradled each breast in his large hands as he
adjusted them in their cups. His touch rendered her boneless. She leaned her head
back against his shoulder as he worked his magic. Her mind wandered back to the
high points of their lovemaking the smells, the feel, the power, the control.
Cherish closed her eyes and imagined that Perry had her clothes off. Instead of
merely spanking her, he would be making love to her. This time he would be
caressing her body and kissing her, something else she wished he had done.
She'd never been in a relationship like this where she never kissed her man.
But that was another level of intimacy that they didn't want to cross. At least Perry
didn't want to cross that line.
Cherish felt Perry move his head down next to hers. If he kissed her shoulder
or even her neck, she would crumble in his arms.
Instead he whispered in her ear, Let me put on your shirt.
The statement sobered her to their reality. She stood away from him and
helped him slip on her blouse.
Turn around.
She faced him as he buttoned up her silk top. His stare never broke from hers.
Strange that he would stare at her now, when during sex he wouldn't even look at
her.
Needing to break the tension in the air, she said, Thank you for a great time
this weekend.
When he buttoned the last button, Cherish took his hand and kissed the back
of it. Usually Perry would say something after she thanked him. He would thank
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her for being so obedient and so willing. This time he remained quiet. It was the
same reaction he gave her immediately after they had sex.
Put your jacket on. He handed her the garment.
Next to the discarded bag on the couch, wadded into a ball, were her panties.
As usual, he took them as a souvenir. He stuffed them into his pants pocket, a
gesture that always tickled her. She liked knowing he would be taking a piece of her
home with him. Maybe he smelled them on his way home. Maybe he wrapped the
lacey garment around his penis and masturbated to thoughts of her. Maybe he
carried a pair of them to work with him and during the day he took quick sniffs, his
version of crack. Or maybe he put them on and pranced around his house. The last
option wasn't likely, but it was funny to imagine.
Scene over.
Cherish's breath caught when Perry said those two words. What? Usually you
don't say that until right at checkout time when I leave. We still have time.
Perry planted himself in front of her. His face remained stoic for a while,
which kicked up those butterflies in her belly again.
This will be our last weekend together.
Although he never broke his gaze, never even blinked, something inside
Cherish cracked. Her heart maybe. Her soul. Something. If she hadn't locked her
knees back, she would have fallen to the floor in a blubbering heap.
Ending this arrangement made sense. She'd started to harbor doubts about
Perry's integrity. And after their less-than-stellar coupling, Cherish would have
ended their relationship as soon as he pulled out of her.
Sex didn't root their relationship. A deeper connection linked them. He'd
shared more about his past this weekend than any other time. For that reason, she
couldn't walk away from him.
No. It was the only word she could muster the strength to utter.
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Perry turned away from her. You asked Friday when I saw our little
arrangement ending. I told you I didn't want to continue doing this when it stopped
being fun for me. It's no longer fun for me.
The harsh words pierced through her like a sword. He couldn't mean them, not
the same man who had just lovingly dressed her or the man who bathed her two
nights ago. What had happened between that night and now? Sex. Damn, she knew
it would change everything.
So you didn't enjoy the wax play or the clothespins or the exhibitionism? I
loved it all. You pushed me, and I didn't back down. She tried to gain eye contact
with him again.
This time Perry kept his back to her. Playing with you is wonderful. It's
just
Then what? Tell me. Do I limit you somehow when we play?
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