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Her eyes popped open and her lips parted, as if she would protest. He waited, trying to hide his smile. She bared her teeth at him and he laughed.

“I’m hungry. We didn’t eat dinner. Go get food.”

“Yes, Master. What do you like to eat?”

“Meat.”

“Turkey bacon?”

“What? No! Real bacon. Sausage.”

Her eyebrows climbed as she looked at him, as if trying to figure out how he got away with eating that. The damned woman was making him feel defensive. “I run.”

“Ah. That explains the tan.”

“What?”

“Your arms are darker than your chest.”

Was it that noticeable? “Er, yes.”

Beth turned to leave, closing the robe and belting it in place.

“Beth.”

She stopped and turned back.

“You can wear the robe closed on the way to the dining room, but when you get there, untie it. Make sure everyone can see your clamps.”

Her eyes lowered and he could almost see her submission falling over her. There were some women who needed a constant level of domination and couldn’t handle shifting dynamics. Clearly Beth could, which James was glad of. He didn’t want to spend unnecessary energy making sure he was always in “Dom mode.”

Beth returned ten minutes later, the robe open, exposing her naked body. Part of him wished he’d gone with her, wished he could have seen the admiring gazes she’d no doubt gotten. The tassels on her pussy clattered together cheerfully as she brought over a tray, placing it on the bed.

“Join me.”

She sat cross-legged, the tray between them. Her plate held an egg white veggie omelet and fruit. His had a California omelet, three strips of bacon, sausage, and one strawberry.

make sure I get some fruit?” He held up

in the omelet,

“Ugh. Vegetables.”

you’re joking.” She

reached over and rubbed it against her nipples, smearing

is what it takes, I’m willing to sacrifice myself to make sure you

each other about their eating habits, sexual play as he licked her nipples clean, then pretended to get his fork tangled in the nipple clamp chains, tugging them until she

hours. With a start he realized this felt more like a lazy

she recoiled slightly, eyes wide. James softened his tone, but turned away from her, getting off the bed.

“Yes, Master.”

left, ignoring the voice in his head that said he should just stay in bed with her, talking and

* * *

to find Master James gone. Assuming a kneeling position near the cold fireplace, she looked up when the door

not surprised to see the corset he held under one arm, though the plastic bucket he carried was

her, he detoured to the seating area by the fireplace, easing into one

you ready for our

“Of course, Master.”

“Stand up.”

beside his chair. When he sat forward and shook out the corset, she

the black fabric seeming to glow with a muted shine. There were hook closures down the front and white satin ribbon lacing up the back. Smooth, cool fabric slid against her skin as Master James placed the corset around her back. Hook by hook he closed the corset down the front. The laces were loose enough that it wasn’t difficult. Once it was in place Master James rose and moved

the back, pulling the surprisingly stiff corset tight to her skin, then

to the

tugged. She could no longer take a really deep breath,

woman into a corset.” Master James’s voice was a low grumble, deeper and with a note of menace

never worn one

have

“A waist cincher.”

that don’t

“Yes, Master.”

a full corset.” A final tug, and he stepped away. “There’s a mirror

moved until she could see herself. Her breasts were two plump mounds above the sweetheart top, her waist almost impossibly tiny. Her sex seemed very naked compared to the stiff black

seeming to loom over her, his hands settling on her cinched waist. Keeping his gaze locked on hers in the mirror, he dipped his head to nip her shoulder, then cupped one hand over her

panting—the only kind of breathing she could really