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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.

this your attempt to make sure I get some fruit?” He held up the

vegetables in the

“Ugh. Vegetables.”

you’re joking.” She frowned at

bit the tip off, then reached over and rubbed

it takes, I’m willing to sacrifice

play as he licked her

enjoying one another’s company for nearly two hours. With a start he realized this felt more like a lazy Sunday morning with a

but turned away from her, getting off the bed.

“Yes, Master.”

in his head that said he should just stay in bed with her, talking and fucking. They had a list, and

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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 sub bustled over, holding out a cloth tape. Once she’d

it was Master James, and she was not surprised to see the corset he held under one

detoured to the seating area by the

for

“Of course, Master.”

“Stand up.”

he sat forward

lacing up the back. Smooth, cool fabric slid against her skin as Master James placed the

to adjust the laces at the back, pulling the surprisingly stiff corset tight to her skin, then tighter still,

to the

clung to the back of the chair as he tugged. She could no longer take a

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

worn one

have

“A waist cincher.”

don’t cover the

“Yes, Master.”

see you in a full corset.” A final tug, and he

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

up behind her, seeming to loom over her, his hands settling on her cinched waist. Keeping his gaze locked on hers in the mirror, he dipped his

breathing she could really do—when

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