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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.

make sure I get some fruit?” He held up

vegetables in the

“Ugh. Vegetables.”

hope you’re joking.” She frowned at

reached over and rubbed it against her nipples, smearing them and

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

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,

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

James softened his tone, but turned away from her, getting off

“Yes, Master.”

that said he should just stay in bed

* * *

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,

opened. This time it was Master James, and she was not surprised to see the corset he

detoured to the seating area by the fireplace,

for our

“Of course, Master.”

“Stand up.”

chair. When he sat forward and shook out

her skin as Master James placed the corset

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

on to

longer take a really deep breath, and the pressure against her

something very satisfying about putting a woman into a corset.” Master James’s voice was a low grumble, deeper and with

never worn one like this

have you

“A waist cincher.”

don’t

“Yes, Master.”

full corset.” A final

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

his gaze locked on hers in the mirror, he dipped his head to nip her shoulder, then

of breathing she could really do—when

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