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.

I get some fruit?” He held up the

vegetables in the omelet,

“Ugh. Vegetables.”

joking.” She

over and

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

play as he licked her nipples clean, then pretended to get his fork tangled in the nipple

nearly two hours. With a start he realized this felt more like a lazy Sunday morning with a girlfriend than the precursor to a

out harsher than he’d meant it to and she recoiled slightly, eyes wide. James softened his tone, but turned away from her, getting off the bed. “If I’m not here

“Yes, Master.”

he should just stay in bed with her, talking and fucking. They had a list, and it was time for the

* * *

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

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

area by the fireplace, easing into one of the wide

ready for our next

“Of course, Master.”

“Stand up.”

stepping up beside his chair. When he sat forward and

as Master James placed the corset around her back. Hook by hook he closed the corset down the front. The laces were loose enough

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

to the

no longer take a

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

never worn one like

have you

“A waist cincher.”

that don’t

“Yes, Master.”

corset.” A final tug, and he stepped

see herself. Her breasts were two plump mounds above the sweetheart top, her waist almost impossibly

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

was panting—the only kind of breathing she could really do—when he

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