...“I’ll see you home.”

She nodded, then allowed him to escort her to his sleek black Jaguar. When they pulled up in front of the apartment, he stopped her from getting out of the car. A hand went to her knee; he spread her legs wider.

“Like this,” he said. “Always.” He unfastened her seat belt.

“Yes, Ariyel.” His hand slipped between her damp thighs.

“Look at me,” he said.

It was a little after 1:00 P.M. according to the digital clock, as his fingers slipped inside her. People strolled by the car. It was not the sort of car one could pass by without admiring. Ariyel slid deeper inside her. She looked into his eyes—eyes that pierced her soul. She wanted to come, but she couldn’t—not yet. He had to say the words.

“You agreed,” he said.

“Yes,” she responded, needing him. Wishing it was his cock inside her. She shifted on the seat, widening her legs. A man walked by; he glanced at the car, paused for a moment, and then continued on. Ariyel added a third finger inside her. She moaned.

“There will be an email waiting for you. Answer the questions and send it back to me.” He twisted his fingers.

“Yes, Ariyel.”

His thumb brushed across her clit.

“Slide your ass to the edge of the seat,” he said.

She immediately complied. He slipped her white leather skirt up over her thighs, up over her ass. She felt the pliant brown leather seat against her cheeks. The filtered daylight sifted over her newly bald pussy.

“Look at your pussy. Look at me inside you.”

There was no short hair to block one bit of the view as she gazed down at his fingers filling her. Slowly he worked them in and out of her. They grew wetter and wetter with her juices.

He leaned closer to her. His other hand cupped her nape. Turned her head so she looked at him. “Come, Ren. Now.”

And she did.

Later, when she got to her apartment on shaky legs, she went directly to her laptop and checked her email. She ignored the rest, and opened the email from Ariyel. Words popped out at her from the lengthy text.

Dildo. Anal sex. Whips. Handcuffs. Bondage. Butt Plug. Sex with another man at Ariyel’s request. Sex with a woman.

She hesitated over the last two. She tried to examine her feelings about how those words made her feel. Excited. Ren needed a moment. She got up, went to the kitchen for a glass of water, then returned to the table. She set the last two answers to “maybe.” The others she marked, “yes.” And then she sent the response back to Ariyel. Her stomach doing butterflies because she had no idea what her response would fuel next from her lover. This was the third such email from Ariyel. She doubted it would be the last. Ren had yet to answer a firm “no” to any of his suggestions.

She got up and went into the bathroom. She removed her clothes, then stepped into the shower. She wished he were with her now.

Half of her closet was now filled with white leather—Ariyel’s favorite. She was changing. She sensed that she was moving toward a point of no return. She examined her feelings, considered her past, her present, her future.