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“What?”

Andrew told me a story about when he and Eden first—”

“Eh, eh, eh. No thanks. I don’t need to hear about what your friend and my friend do when they’re… whatever.”

I nod. Put my hands up. Bow my head. “So. Uh. What now?”

“What now?”

“Yeah.”

She nibbles at her bottom lip and says, “Well… you did earn a reward.”

I smile. “Yeah, I guess I did, right?”

“So…” She walks over to me and starts backing me up.

“What’re you…?” She pushes me in reverse until my knees hit a tufted leather accent chair and I fall into the seat. “What’re you doing?”

“I don’t know. Slowing this down.”

“Why?” I say, starting to stand.

“Because,” she says, pushing me back down. “Because I know what I’ll be getting, but you don’t yet.”

I squint. “Whaaaaaat does that mean?”

She shrugs. “Just means I’ve seen what you’re working with. You haven’t had the same insight. You should make sure this”—she gestures down her body—“is something you really want.”

“Why wouldn’t it be? Myrtle?” Suddenly, I have a horrible feeling that she might be trying to tell me… “I hope you don’t… I don’t wanna offend, but—”

“I’m not a hermaphrodite.”

“Oh, good. OK. Great! I mean, I didn’t think so, but—”

“Shut up, Pierce.”

“You got it.”

I do. I shut up and I let her have control. In a very different way though. A very different way than I have been these last days.

Now, I simply give over to the fact that she wants to bare herself to me. That she wants me to sit here in my shirt and tie while she strips down in front of me. That’s what she’s asking for. She’s telling me to let her expose herself to me and in so doing reassert her dominance.

Not over me.

But over herself.

Or maybe she just knows she’s got a rockin’ bod and wants to show it off.

Either way, we both get something we want right now, so I’m good.

She picks up where she left off, unbuttoning the rest of her gorgeous and violated corset. Each snap that she pops open drops loose the strands of creamy satin and replaces it with more and more and more and more of her creamy, creamy skin, until…

The corset falls to the floor.

Heels. Thin, silky, cream-colored stockings. Creamy, white panties. Silver garters snapped onto a matching garter belt. And above that…

Her.