“You like that?” I ask her, referring to the deep-throating, as I zip up my jeans. Not that she ever excelled at the skill, but she’s definitely out of practice.

I smear some of the cum on her cheek down to her lips and push it in. “Taste good?”

“You know I love your cum,” she says.

I snort. The old me would have believed that. I fist my hand into her hair and yank her head back. “Don’t fucking patronize me.”

“I—I missed it. I miss…us.”

I can feel my anger boil. What “us?” She’s the one who left.

Instead of pointing that out, I respond, “Yeah? You got anything else you want to tell me?”

“I miss you how good you made me come. I miss all the crazy shit you did to my body.”

“Like what?”

“Like the sounding.”

I remember how nervous she was her first time, but she liked it.

“What else?”

“The rope bondage, the anal plugs, the wax play.”

“We did a lot, didn’t we?”

She nods earnestly.

“It was fun, wasn’t it?” I ask.

“Yes.”

I grab her throat and snarl in her face, “Bullshit.”

If she liked it so much—if she really wanted to be with me—why did she leave?

She looks bewildered. “Why don’t you believe me? You think I faked all those orgasms?”

“I believe I had you all wrong. I believed you were the good girl. But I guess the fact that you were into my kink and BDSM means you’re actually a naughty girl. A very naughty girl.”

Her eyes are large as she stares back at me. “I liked everything you did. I really did!”

Stop fucking lying to me!

In disgust, I step back from her and look away. I want to get my emotions under control. If I listen to her any longer, I might actually believe her. She sounds so fucking sincere. I might fall for her innocent tone.

I turn back to face her. “You said you liked everything I did?”

She nods.

“Well, you’re in luck. I sent Marshall to pick up a few things. We’ll see just how much you liked it all.”

I walk over to where I left the suitcase, which I open to reveal some BDSM essentials: a flogger, wand, nipple and clit camps, ball gag, Ben Wa balls, dildo and lube.

“Remember all this fun stuff?”

She looks at them thoughtfully before nodding. “You introduced me to a lot, Darren.”

For some reason, I don’t like her speaking my name. She doesn’t have the right to use my name.

Seeing my grim look and raised brows, she corrects herself. “Sir.”

Picking up the hood she wore before, I put it back over her head. The deprivation of sight will keep her guessing in addition to enhancing her sense of touch.

I unwrap the bonds around her legs, then grab her by the arm and drag her over to the table. It’s heavy and sturdy. I disengage the rope around her wrists from the crotch rope, pull her upper body over the table, and secure the end of the rope binding her wrists to a leg of the table. Her ass is positioned just off the table’s edge. Next, I bind her ankles to opposite legs of the table before undoing the crotch rope.