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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?”

in

“Ugh. Vegetables.”

you’re joking.”

even eat this strawberry.” He bit the tip off, then reached over and rubbed it against her nipples, smearing them and the clamps with

what it takes, I’m willing

eating habits, sexual play as he licked her nipples clean, then pretended to get his

start he realized this felt more like a lazy Sunday morning with a girlfriend than the precursor

command came 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 when

“Yes, Master.”

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

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good idea what was going to happen next. She’d returned to the playroom to find Master James gone. Assuming a kneeling position near the cold fireplace, she looked up when the door opened, only to see a woman entering.

the door opened. This time it was Master James, and she was not surprised to

to the seating area by the fireplace, easing into one of the wide wingback leather

for our

“Of course, Master.”

“Stand up.”

When he sat forward and shook out the

front and white satin ribbon lacing up the back. Smooth, cool fabric slid against her skin as Master James placed

the surprisingly stiff corset tight to her skin, then

to

as he tugged. She could no longer

Master James’s voice was a low grumble, deeper and with a note of menace that hadn’t been there

worn one like

kind have

“A waist cincher.”

don’t

“Yes, Master.”

a full corset.” A final tug, and he stepped

above the sweetheart top, her waist almost impossibly tiny. Her sex

in the mirror, he dipped his head to nip her shoulder, then

breathing she could really do—when

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