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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.

attempt to make sure I get

in the omelet,

“Ugh. Vegetables.”

you’re joking.” She

bit the tip off, then reached over and rubbed

takes, I’m willing to sacrifice myself

by laughter as they teased each other about their eating habits, sexual play as he

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

turned away from her, getting off the bed. “If I’m not here when you get back, take off the clamps

“Yes, Master.”

just stay in bed with her, talking and fucking. They had

* * *

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

time it was Master James, and she was not surprised to see the corset he held under one arm, though the plastic bucket he carried was

by the fireplace, easing

for our next

“Of course, Master.”

“Stand up.”

sat forward and shook out

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. Once it was in

gasped as he started to adjust the laces at the back, pulling the surprisingly

to the

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 like

kind have you

“A waist cincher.”

that don’t cover the

“Yes, Master.”

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

were two plump mounds above the sweetheart top, her waist almost impossibly tiny. Her sex seemed very naked compared to the stiff black

on her cinched waist. Keeping his gaze locked on hers in the mirror, he dipped his head to nip her shoulder, then cupped one hand over her sex

panting—the only kind of breathing she could