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Ariadne swallowed. "You want me to - dominate you?"

"Please." Arthur linked his fingers with hers, the warmth of his skin causing hers to tingle. "Again."

"But, Arthur-"

"Ariadne." He turned, and faced her. "You had me across your knee, being spanked. You're the only woman who has ever dared to try and do that, or suggest it. The only woman who I've ever wanted to do it."

"I-"

"Do you have any idea how liberating it was? Actually letting myself be the one who was helpless, who needed rescuing?" His dark brown eyes, flecked with cinnamon, were intoxicating in their honesty. "Yelping like that?"

"Well." Ariadne swallowed. "It felt- good."

"It did." He was gently rubbing his fingers along hers. "You were being yourself."

"Arthur-"

"Come on." He was leaning closer, gently whispering into her ear. "Come on. Please."

"You begging me to do this..."

"No, if I wanted to beg, I'd be on my knees. Come on."

She swallowed, thoughts flickering through her mind. Arthur's persuasiveness was powerful, but, she reminded herself, he could not force her to do anything. She wanted to do this. She wanted it more than he did.

"Come on," she whispered. Leaving the mugs of herbal tea on the side, they both wandered back to the bedroom. Once inside, Ariadne shut the door. She looked at Arthur. He was fully clad.

"Please take off your clothes."

His long fingers began to move over the front of his jacket, dislodging it, and letting it fall onto the bed. She walked over. "That's too slow."

Before he could move, she had unknotted his tie, and undone the buttons on his shirt. Without asking, she let it fall to the floor.

"Lie on the bed," she said, softly. "On your front."

Arthur nodded, and quietly, obediently,

"We need to take these off."

Before Arthur could respond, he felt her hands flicking around his waist. His belt was being undone, the trousers dragged off him. Again, they crumpled soundlessly to the floor.

"Relax," she whispered.

He started. Her tongue - moist, inviting - was flicking up and down the back of his thigh. With each movement, he shuddered slightly, as her tongue left flecks of desire on his skin. She kept moving up, placing her hands either side of him.

"Don't move."

Arthur obeyed her, keeping his head down. She gently licked the back of his neck, and felt him convulse slightly at the impact of her tongue. Then, without warning, she raised her hand.

As her hand slapped across the bare flesh of his buttocks, she felt him quiver, and gasp. Straddling his legs, she raised her hand and slapped him, hard. He gasped.

"Again!"

"I-"

"Ariadne, again!"

She drew back. "I-" she shook her head. "Arthur, I can't do this. Its-"

"What?" he turned, and looked at her. "Ariadne-"

"Arthur. I'm not comfortable. I'm sorry."

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