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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.

make sure I get

in

“Ugh. Vegetables.”

you’re joking.” She

over and rubbed it against her nipples, smearing them and

takes, I’m willing to sacrifice myself

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

they’d been sitting there enjoying one another’s company for nearly two hours. With a start he realized this felt more like a lazy Sunday morning with a girlfriend than the precursor

harsher than he’d meant it to and she recoiled slightly, eyes wide. James softened his tone, but turned away from her, getting off the

“Yes, Master.”

he left, ignoring the voice in his head that said he should just stay in bed with her, talking and fucking. They had a list, and it was time

* * *

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 entering. The sub bustled over,

not surprised to see the corset he held under one arm, though the plastic bucket he carried was a bit

the seating area by the fireplace, easing into

for

“Of course, Master.”

“Stand up.”

beside his chair. When he sat forward and shook out the corset, she raised

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

surprisingly stiff

on to the

back of the chair as he tugged. She could no longer take a really deep breath, and the pressure against

a woman into a corset.” Master James’s voice was a low grumble,

never worn one

have you

“A waist cincher.”

don’t cover the

“Yes, Master.”

this particular scene I wanted to see you in a full corset.” A final

mounds above the sweetheart top, her waist

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 and

kind of breathing