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Chapter 68

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.

sure I get some fruit?” He held

in the

“Ugh. Vegetables.”

you’re joking.” She

am. I’ll even eat this strawberry.” He bit the tip off, then reached over and rubbed it against her nipples, smearing them and

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

teased each other about their eating habits, sexual play as he licked her nipples clean, then pretended to get his fork tangled

two hours. With a start he realized

she recoiled slightly, eyes wide. James softened his tone, but turned away

“Yes, Master.”

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

* * *

near the cold fireplace,

hour passed before the door opened. This time it was Master James, and she was not surprised to see the corset he held under one arm, though the plastic bucket

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

for our next

“Of course, Master.”

“Stand up.”

beside his chair. When he sat forward and shook out

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

the surprisingly stiff corset tight to her skin, then tighter still, constricting

to

the back of the chair as he tugged. She could no longer take a really deep breath, and

low grumble, deeper and with a

worn one like this

kind have

“A waist cincher.”

don’t cover the

“Yes, Master.”

wanted to see you in a full corset.” A final tug, and he stepped away.

the sweetheart top, her waist almost

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 sex and lifted, forcing her

of breathing she could really do—when he stepped

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