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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.

to make sure I get some

in the

“Ugh. Vegetables.”

you’re joking.” She frowned

reached over and rubbed it against her nipples, smearing them

“If this is what it takes, I’m willing to

as they teased each other about their eating habits, sexual play as he licked her nipples clean, then

enjoying one another’s company for nearly two hours. With a start he realized this felt more

rid of the tray.” The 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,

“Yes, Master.”

just stay in bed with her, talking and

* * *

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 taken Beth’s torso measurements, she

half hour passed before the door opened. This time it was Master James, and she was not surprised to see the corset

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

ready for our

“Of course, Master.”

“Stand up.”

stepping up beside his chair. When he sat

cool fabric slid against her skin as Master James placed the corset around her back. Hook by hook he

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

on to

as he tugged. She could no longer take a really deep

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

worn one

have

“A waist cincher.”

ones that don’t cover

“Yes, Master.”

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

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

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

only kind of breathing