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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

in the omelet,

“Ugh. Vegetables.”

hope you’re joking.” She frowned at

bit the tip off, then reached over and rubbed it against

I’m

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

their plates were finally empty, James realized they’d been sitting there enjoying one another’s company for nearly two hours. With a start he realized this

and she recoiled slightly, eyes wide. James softened his tone, but turned away from her, getting off

“Yes, Master.”

his head that said he should just stay in bed with

* * *

a kneeling position near the cold fireplace, she looked up when the door opened, only to see a woman entering. The sub

James, and she was not surprised to see the corset he held under one arm, though the plastic

to the seating area by

for our

“Of course, Master.”

“Stand up.”

chair. When he sat forward and shook out

down the front and white satin ribbon lacing up the back. Smooth, cool fabric slid against her skin as

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

to the

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

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

one like

kind have

“A waist cincher.”

ones that don’t

“Yes, Master.”

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

could see herself. Her breasts were two plump mounds above the sweetheart top, 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

kind of breathing she could

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