leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and realized that he was fastened to my rack, a moan of what sounded like panic escaped from behind the tape over his mouth.
I stepped out of the shadows behind him and moved into his line of vision, my body oiled and shining in the bright lights. I had stripped down to my underwear, carefully chosen to show off my superb body to its best advantage. When he saw me, his eyes opened even wider. He attempted to speak, but all that came out was a strained mumble.
"But you decided you couldn't allow yourself to want me, didn't you?"
I said, my voice hard and accusing.
"You betrayed my love. You didn't have the courage to choose a love that would have exalted us both.
No, you ignored your real self and went for a stupid little bimbo, that trashy tart. Don't you realize? I'm the only one in the world who understands, really understands, what you need. I could have given you ecstasy, but you chose the safe, pathetic option. You didn't have the nerve for a marriage of true minds and bodies, did you? "
Drops of sweat were trickling down his temples, in spite of the coolness of the cellar. I moved forward and stroked his body, running my hand over his pale, muscular chest, fluttering my fingers over his groin. He flinched convulsively, his dark-blue eyes pleading.
"How could you betray what I know is in your heart?" I hissed, digging my nails into the soft flesh above the wiry curls of his dark pubic hair. He tensed against me. I thrilled to the sensation. I took my hand away and admired the scarlet half-moons my nails had left in his skin.
"You know you belong to me. You told me. You wanted me, we both know you did."
Another groan from behind the gag. Now the sweat had spread to his chest, droplets matting the thick dark hair that tapered down his abdomen into a thin line pointing to his cock lying curled and useless as a slug between his legs. Even though it was obvious that he didn't want me, the very sight of his vulnerable nakedness aroused me. He was beautiful. I could feel the blood flowing faster, feel my flesh expanding, ready to take him, ready to explode. I hated myself for that weakness, and I turned away before he could see the effect he was having.
"All I wanted was to love you," I said quietly.
"I didn't want it to be like this." My hand strayed to the handle of the rack and caressed the smooth wood. I turned my head and gazed at Adam's beautiful face.
Slowly, infinitely slowly, I started to turn the handle. His body, already taut, tightened against the pull of the straps. His effort was wasted. The gears on the winding mechanism multiplied my small exertion till it equalled the strength of several men. Adam was no match for my machine. I could see the muscles of his arms and legs bulge, his chest heaving as he struggled for breath.
"It's not too late," I said.
"We could still be lovers. Would you like that?"
Desperately, he moved his head. There was no mistaking it, it was a nod. I smiled.
"That's more like it," I said.
"Now all you have to do is show me you mean it."
I ran one hand over his damp chest, then rubbed my face against the fine dark hairs. I could smell his fear, taste it in his sweat. I buried my head in his neck, sucking and biting, nibbling his ears. His body stayed rigid, but I felt no trace of an erection beneath me.
frustrated, I pulled away. I leaned over him and, in one swift agonizing movement, I yanked the tape away from his mouth.
"Aagh!" he yelled as the adhesive ripped his skin, rasping on the faint stubble. He licked dry lips.
"Please, let me go," he whispered.
I shook my head. 7 can't do that, Adam. Maybe if we were really lovers . "
*J won't tell anyone," he croaked.
"I promise."
"You betrayed me once," I said sadly.
"How can I trust you now?"
"I'm sorry," he said.
"I didn't realize ... I'm sorry." But there was no penitence in his eyes, only desperation and fear. I'd played this scene so many times in my head. fart of me exulted that I'd predicted the shape of it so well, that the dialogue was almost identical to the scenario I'd conjured up. Part of me felt an inexpressible sadness that he was exactly as