He sat beside me on the bed. He leaned down and kissed me on the mouth, a long, lingering kiss which I felt right down to the tips of my toes as his tongue snaked into my mouth, seeking out every nook and cranny. I wanted him so much I would have been happy for him to take me there and then, but he was hardly likely to bother tying me up if all he wanted was a quick f**k. Instead, he took his mouth away and, for a minute or so, there was silence. The tension was arousing me. I imagined all manner of things which might be about to happen. Then I felt something on my chest, in the hollow between my breasts, something indescribably soft. It moved over my skin, and I could feel the goose-bumps rising.
“What is it?” I whispered. “What are you doing to me?”
“Don’t speak,” he said. “You must be
