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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.

sure I get some fruit?”

in the

“Ugh. Vegetables.”

you’re joking.” She frowned at

am. I’ll even eat this strawberry.” He bit the tip off, then reached over and rubbed it

I’m willing to sacrifice myself to

roared with laughter. The rest of breakfast was punctuated by laughter as they teased each other about their eating habits, sexual play as he

one another’s company for nearly two hours. With a start he realized this felt more

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

“Yes, Master.”

the voice in his head that said he should just stay in bed with

* * *

what was going to happen next. She’d returned to the playroom to find Master James gone. Assuming a kneeling position near the cold fireplace, she looked up when the door opened, only to see a woman

and she was not surprised to see the

he spotted her, he detoured to the seating area by

ready for

“Of course, Master.”

“Stand up.”

sat forward and shook

corset was heavy reinforced satin, the black 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.

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

on to

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

low grumble, deeper and with a note of menace that hadn’t been there when

one like this

have you

“A waist cincher.”

that don’t cover

“Yes, Master.”

particular scene I wanted to see you in a full corset.” A final tug, and he stepped away. “There’s a mirror

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

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

breathing she