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‘As you wish.’ He turned from the sparkling mosaic of himself, reached into a large velvet bag on the floor, pulled out my handcuffs from the other night, two bungee cords and two carabiners. The bag still bulged with mysterious items, but I knew better than to ask what was inside.

‘Where’d you get all this stuff?’

‘More samples from those companies who heard about troubles at poor Apollyon. And other assorted items, which I may or may not share with you. How do you feel, Lily?’ He wandered around the room, the machinery, the dangling ropes, metal tubes, weights, kicked at an exercise ball, and laughed mirthlessly. ‘Name your poison.’

‘I can’t quite—’

‘You liked the climbing wall, didn’t you, you dirty little thing. Oh, that yoga swing? Pushing the antigravity effect, perfect, while the prices are still up and people are buying. Your idea, and a good one. Expect to be fucked fifty different ways, forwards, backwards, sideways, and upside-down. You’ll be mine.’ He grabbed a fistful of the red swing’s cloth, and spun it. ‘Are you in?’

‘Yes, Mr Holder.’

‘Lovely.’ Dorian strode closer to the mirror, while I continued to squeeze the bar, and he gripped my bicep. ‘Does this hurt?’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘Good. You see that scared, hurting girl? Does she want her man to remind her who owns this space?’

I stared at my worried face, nodding, but ‘Does she want her man’ echoed in my head. Her man? Had to be a slip-up. He must’ve meant, ‘Does she want her master . . .’

‘Good.’ Without further ado, Dorian shackled me to the bar. ‘Kneel, bitch.’

Master it was.

I dropped to my knees, while Dorian grasped two fifty-pound dumbbells as though they weighed nothing. With a few deft moves he placed them on the floor and strapped them to my ankles, using the bungee cords as bindings, and the metal carabiners to keep me from escaping.

Like I would have tried.

‘Can you move, Lily?’

I shook my head.

‘Didn’t hear that. Can you move, Lily?’

‘No, Mr Holder.’

‘Perfect.’ Dorian Holder stepped back, taking in the vision of me, weighted and frozen in place. ‘Stay. Don’t move a muscle.’

‘I can’t. I mean, I won’t.’

‘Excellent. Promise to wait.’

‘Do I have a choice, Mr Holder?’

‘No,’ he replied, and stepped back, admiring the spectacle he created. ‘At this point in our relationship, Lily, I’d say you have no choice about anything whatsoever. But if it makes you feel any better, neither do I.’

I was silent.

Dorian let out a breath. ‘Here’s another moment where you can say “Mercy”, if that’s what you need to do.’

‘Here’s another moment where I don’t say anything, Mr Holder.’ My voice sounded far away. ‘This is another moment where I do as my Master says, and thank him when he’s through with me.’

There was a pause.

‘That is exactly what Mr Holder likes to hear.’ Our eyes met in the mirror again, and he raised his left brow.

‘Aiming to please you always, Mr Holder.’ Though I meant for sarcasm to enter my tone, there was none. I did want to please him.

And to please myself.

And it seemed that both things were possible, and that we should at least try. And yet something was dreadfully wrong here, wronger than the wrongness of the whole situation to which we had committed, though neither of us understood this at the time.

We thought all along that we had been talking things through. It always goes that way, I guess.

Come to find out we were both wrong.

And right, in some ways. Perfect moments were just that.

Perfect.

Moments.

So when Dorian turned to leave the room, I cried out, ‘Are you really leaving me here?’

‘Oh, Lily.’ He stopped in his tracks, and looked over his shoulder, stone-faced yet again. ‘You should know by now that our games have only just begun.’

So I closed my eyes and began my yoga breathing. I wriggled my wrists and tried to move my ankles, but Dorian had effectively immobilised me. My only choice was complete surrender. If I wanted, I could yell ‘Mercy’ at the top of my lungs, and my Master would have to come running to my aid, according to our agreement. But I’ve never been one to give up easily. And I was beyond curious to see just how he would take me this time. So there I was, on my knees, shackled and bound.

But what if he didn’t come running? I wondered. Should I test him? What if he couldn’t hear me shouting over the sounds of the shower? What if he never came back? Suppose he left me here and did not return?

I did not know Dorian Holder after all. We had had a turbulent, erotic week of mind games, sex games and thrilling power struggles. Did I ever come out on top? Other than that time in the hot tub, I mean. Even then, he shaved me, regained control.

Or so you think. Glancing over at the shattered mirror panel, I wondered just how much in control of himself he was. Was his domination of me truly a land of escape, of make-believe, of bonding over binding? Or was he deep-down dangerous?

You’re the one in control, Lily. You’re stronger than you think. You can stop at any time.

But wasn’t that the mantra of an addict?

Empty your mind, I reminded myself. Or go back to a memory, lose yourself in history, recall how and why there’s nothing more exciting than this journey I had taken many times before with lesser men.

But now my heart had gone and gotten involved with Dorian as well. What about him? Beyond his not-so-humble request to have me as his ready, willing servant, after he went back to his everyday life of … whatever his real life was.

Face it, Lily. You don’t even know him. How can you love what you don’t know?

I thought about God, in Whom I still believed, despite utter lack of evidence. Just because we can’t see something, that doesn’t mean it’s not there. Dorian had a heart, and somewhere along his own journey it had been broken. By whom? By what?

The silvery slivers of glass on the floor by the cracked mirror caught my eye. Glittered like diamonds in the rough.

Then there was music. ‘Playground Love’.

Try not to overthink it, Lily. It’s just Air.