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Ariadne swallowed, and poured the wine into the glass. She felt nervous, even though this had been their mutual agreement, and her idea. But she felt a thrill at what she had asked Arthur to do, and how he would do it.
She sat in her apartment, and crossed her legs. She was wearing a simple cotton dress, with a lacey shrug. Swallowing, she reached for her hair, and decided, on a whim, to clip it up. As she pulled a few tendrils down round her face, she began to relax. She lifted her glass, and took a sip of wine. Suddenly, the intercom for the door buzzed, and she got up, carefully placing the glass on the small table. As she walked to the door, she swallowed, trying to steady her nerves.
As the door opened, she took in Arthur. Who was dressed impeccably in a light grey suit, complete with a striped dress shirt. He looked at her and smiled. "Good evening. I believe you booked me?"
She nodded, returning the smile. "I did. You are?"
"Arthur," he responded, politely.
"Please come in."
As he entered, she felt a sudden tremble of guilt. What would the rest of the team think if they knew about this strange sexual underworld that she and the Point Man seemed to have entered into? Asking him to pretend to be an escort for the night suddenly seemed slightly sleazy.
But, she reminded herself, Arthur had agreed to this. And, she reminded herself, they were in a relationship. There was nothing sleazy about two people exploring their desires.
"Would you like some wine?" she asked.
"Just a small glass."
As the dark red liquid splashed into the glass, she looked at him. He was so handsome, so self assured. "Please sit down."
As Arthur settled himself on the couch, she handed him the glass. He took a sip. "Thank you."
She seated herself opposite him, and he smiled. "So. What do you want to do?"
She swallowed. "I want you to..." she bit her lip. "Make me feel desirable."
He took a swallow. "I can do that."
She blushed. "Really?"
"Oh yes." He put the glass down, and began to get up. Suddenly, he was sitting next to her. "Do you want to tell me...what you think will make you feel...good."
His voice was slow, almost langurous. She had never seen this side of him before. This dark, sexy side. When he'd been bound in her bed, she had been in control. But now, she could feel the balance of power tipping. He reached out, and brushed his finger against a tendril of hair.
"Let's unclip this," he whispered. As he pulled the clip out, and her hair fell to her shoulders, he smiled.
"Now. Where would you like me to begin?"
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