‘If we’re moving into something different, am I allowed to speak now?’ Lucy asked.
‘Yes, sorry, you don’t need to bark any more.’
‘Really?’ said Lucy. ‘Woof, woof, I was starting to get good at it.’
Andrew laughed. ‘What have you got to say?’
‘I just don’t know how much of this kind of pain I can take,’ she said. ‘And you haven’t given me a safe word.’
‘I’m not going to,’ Andrew said. ‘I’ll know when you can’t take any more.’
‘I hope so,’ Lucy said.
Andrew picked up a handful of clothes pegs. ‘These hurt a bit,’ he said. ‘They’re not the worst. How many would you like?’
‘You’re the dom.’ Lucy said. ‘Don’t ask me, tell me.’
‘Four around each n****e and one in the centre,’ Andrew said.
The pegs bit into her skin. It was by no means unbearable, but it was painful. She looked down as
