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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.

this your attempt to make sure I get

in the omelet,

“Ugh. Vegetables.”

joking.” She

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

dropped back. “If this is what it takes, I’m willing to sacrifice myself to make sure

rest of breakfast was punctuated by laughter 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 chains, tugging them

realized they’d been sitting there enjoying one another’s company for nearly two hours. With a start he realized this felt more like a lazy Sunday morning with a girlfriend than the precursor to a day of

wide. James softened his tone, but turned away from her, getting off the bed. “If I’m not here when you get back, take off the

“Yes, Master.”

word he left, ignoring the voice in his head that said he should just stay in bed with her,

* * *

fireplace, she looked up when the door opened, only

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

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

ready for

“Of course, Master.”

“Stand up.”

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

fabric 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.

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

to

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

a corset.” Master James’s voice was a low grumble, deeper and with a note of menace that hadn’t

worn one like

have

“A waist cincher.”

that don’t cover

“Yes, Master.”

corset.” A final tug, and he

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

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 head to nip her shoulder, then

was panting—the only kind of breathing she could really do—when he