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.

sure I get some fruit?” He held up the

vegetables in

“Ugh. Vegetables.”

hope you’re joking.” She frowned at

the tip off, then reached over and rubbed it against her nipples, smearing them and the clamps with

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

of breakfast was punctuated by laughter as they teased each other about their eating habits, sexual play as he licked her nipples clean,

a start he realized this felt more like a lazy Sunday morning with a girlfriend

his tone, but turned away from her, getting off the bed.

“Yes, Master.”

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

* * *

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

time it was Master James, and she was not surprised to see the corset he held

her, he detoured to the seating area by the fireplace, easing into one of

ready for our next

“Of course, Master.”

“Stand up.”

his chair. When he sat forward and shook

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

the laces at the back, pulling the surprisingly stiff corset tight

to

She could no longer take a

James’s voice was a low grumble, deeper and with a note of menace that hadn’t been there when they teased each other

never worn one

have

“A waist cincher.”

ones that don’t cover the

“Yes, Master.”

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

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

settling on her cinched waist. Keeping his gaze locked on hers in the mirror, he dipped his

breathing she could really

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