I Never Kiss on the First Date - White's Funhouse

He watched as his hands continued to roam. "Will you dispense with the next lesson? Or shall I chain you up?"

He was met with her stare again.

"Do you feel it necessary to put me in chains?"

He met her gaze. "Only if you wish for me to teach you."

"Otherwise, choose your next lesson."

She stared at him.

"If you believe yourself to be an instructor. Then instruct."

"I instruct you to choose a lesson, and apply it." his voice was firm. "Now."

She met his eyes.

"I am more than willing to do as you ask. But I do not know you. I do not know the specifics of what you enjoy. How can you ask me to please you when you will not tell me what your preferences are? I cannot instruct you on things that are pleasing if you do not let me know what is pleasing to you."

His eyes didn't flicker. "You show me your arts of pleasure. I have no doubt I will make clear which ones please me."

She sighed. Then she leaned close to look him in the eye.

"I do not know how many more creative ways I can ask you to just tell me what you want. I am a master of both seduction and the art of sex. I have also been instructed in the ways of the kama sutra as well as other forms of sexual pleasure. I quite literally cannot instruct you until you tell me what you want me to show you."

"Very well." he replied. "Follow." he suddenly turned and walked towards the elevator.

Silently, she followed.

He was silent as they moved up a floor, then exited the lift. The penthouse was luxuriously furnished, but he walked through the first room without introduction or pretense that he was giving a tour.

The second room was something else, again. Oh, it was luxurious. Fine persian rugs and pillows... and a pair of shackles hanging from the ceiling. A second set on the floor clearly intended to restrain the ankles spread-eagle. It was the center of the room, and it was clear it was their destination.

He stopped, not turning towards her.

"You are willing to continue?"

She did not stop to look around. Though she did sigh.

"I am here, am I not?"

"Very well. Stand in the middle, if you please."

She walked to the middle of the room and turned to face him.

"Like this?"

She did not fight him. She let him move her wrists how he wished.

Moments later, he shackled her ankles, spreading them wide. He then moved out of her line of sight for a moment, retrieved something, then walked towards her front again, smiling at her as he caressed her cheek.

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She lifted a brow as he touched her cheek. But she did not move farther.

And still she did not fight. She did not even move.

He cranked her. It was not a true rack-strectch. There was no pain or torture. It was simply stretching her beyond the point where she could twist her body to defend herself. He feet were raised a few inches from the ground. He legs stretched wide. Her body taut.

He reached for her again, taking her by the chin and laying a soft kiss on her lips. "Your thoughts?"

She felt him kiss her. She did not resist or pull away. But she did not return his kiss.

"That I am curious to see what you will try next."

"Mmmmm." his hand caressed down the side of her lovely form. "A fair question."

She suddenly felt the crack of a flogger - a cat o' nine tails - against her backside. "We begin."

She did not even flinch. She made no noise at all.

His hand reached around, cupping her left breast, groping her.

"One, to be the aggressor. One, to submit. That is the general way. I did offer you the opportunity to be the aggressor."

He pinched her nipple, and a moment later the flogger cracked against her lush behind.