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I have a BDSM fantasy,” Antara had told him as they walked toward her apartment.

“If you want,” he said, “I can slap you around.”

She stopped walking and turned to face him. “I can handle that.”

They began walking again. “I can spank you too.”

“Um, how about biting?”

“Yes, I can bite you.”

“Maybe I’ll need a safe word,” she said, pensively.

“A safe word?”

“You might go too far, so I can use a safe word, like Yellow. You hear it, you stop.”

He nodded in understanding. He recalled his mother all too well. He had been about six when he watched fascinated as his father beat his mother with a belt. Lashed her behind until the red welts began to bleed, and only then did he stop. Saeed had thought that his mother had been very bad to deserve such a spanking. What Saeed had not understood was his mother’s lack of tears. He knew that for certain he would have been crying. A few years later, after his father, a fireman, had died in a warehouse fire, his mother had brought home the first of a series of men. He had watched from the doorway as the men spanked his mother, blinked in astonishment on hearing her cry out, “More! Harder! Don’t stop, oh please, don’t stop.”

“We’re here,” she said, stopping in front of an apartment with a bright green door, and fishing in her purse for the key.

Saeed felt a different form of sexual lust surge into his loins. He knew with a certainty that he would enjoy playing Antara’s game with her.

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On entering Antara’s apartment, Saeed sat down on the sofa and waited patiently for her to make him a drink.

“You want, I’ll pretend to force you,” he said, wondering about this woman’s psyche, and what made her tick. ‘Was she crazy?’ he wondered, ‘or maybe a little like his mother?’

He took a big gulp from the glass.

“No pretending, Saeed. I really want you to force me,” there was only a slight sense of nervousness about her that he could detect, in that her fingers glided worriedly over the pearl necklace around her neck.

“Well, for God’s sake, we’ve already fucked one another. Just what do you have in mind? I mean, I’ll go along with most anything, but let’s set some ground rules here.”

She worried her lower lip, then gave him a pensive look. “I guess you’re right. I mean, I know what I want, but obviously you don’t. So, let’s just say that after you finish your drink you go back outside the apartment. The door will be ajar, like I’ve forgotten to fully close it. You come in and catch me unaware, smack me around, and then force me. That enough information for you?”

“More than I need,” he replied. His voice grew colder with each syllable. Antara discerned the coldness and smiled in anticipation.

“It was ‘Yellow, ‘ wasn’t it?” he asked.