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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.

your attempt to make sure I

in the omelet,

“Ugh. Vegetables.”

hope you’re joking.” She

this strawberry.” He bit the tip off, then reached over and rubbed it against

I’m willing to sacrifice myself

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

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

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

“Yes, Master.”

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

* * *

the cold fireplace, she looked up when the door opened, only to see a woman entering. The sub bustled over, holding out a cloth

time it was Master James, and she was not surprised to see the corset he held under one arm, though the plastic bucket he carried was a bit more

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

you ready for our next

“Of course, Master.”

“Stand up.”

beside his chair. When he sat forward and shook out the corset, she

seeming to glow with a muted shine. There 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 her back. Hook by hook he closed the corset down the front. The laces were loose enough that it wasn’t difficult. Once it was in place Master

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

to

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

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

worn one like this

kind have

“A waist cincher.”

that don’t

“Yes, Master.”

corset.” A

were two plump mounds above the sweetheart top, her waist almost impossibly tiny. Her sex seemed very naked compared to

cinched waist. Keeping his gaze locked on hers in the mirror, he dipped his head to nip

of breathing she could really do—when he