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“Good.” He grinned. “Go on.” He motioned toward the chair, then stepped to the side and folded his arms over his chest as he waited patiently.
A thrill ran through her. With as much grace as she could muster, she unhooked the dress and pulled it over her head, moving over to the chair. Keeping her back to him, she unhooked her bra and let it slip down her arms until her breasts were free. Once she had her panties off, she knelt beside the chair and arranged everything neatly with her shoes lined up on top.
The times she’d played at Black Light had been completely in the nude, so she wasn’t nervous about wandering eyes, but sensing James’ gaze focused on her put a flutter in her pulse. She didn’t dare check his expression. For better or worse, she was what she was, and she wouldn’t start second-guessing herself now.
Footsteps signaled his approach.
“Very good,” he said with approval, touching the top of her head. “From this moment on, you’re my little pet.” He grabbed the collar from the chair and squatted in front of her. “Pull your hair up please.”
She gathered the thick curls, holding them off her neck while he pressed the leather collar to her throat. There was a little pressure as he wrapped it around her neck and buckled it. The metal studs gave it a harsh look, but the leather was soft and supple against her skin thanks to the thin layer of fur lining it.
“Hands please.” He grabbed a pair of tan fuzzy paw gloves from the chair.
She blinked a few times, letting the image register.
“Disobeying already?” he teased.
She glanced up at him, worried she’d already misstepped. His crooked smile reassured her, but just to be sure, she raised both hands. He tucked one paw under his arm while working the other over her right hand, then covered her left. The tan, furry gloves had pink pads on each finger and palm. She wiggled her fingers, but only the very tips of each moved.
“Perfect.” He pushed her hands down to the floor, then grabbed the head piece from the chair and situated the dark brown floppy ears over her head.
She braced herself for the wave of humiliation to wash over her. But nothing came.
“You’ll be a good puppy, I can tell.” He patted her shoulder. “But still, there’s more.” He shuffled around the few remaining items. “Kneel up,” he ordered, his voice becoming more stern as the moments ticked by.
She moved into the position he wanted, pressing her gloved palms into her thighs.
“Chin up.” He nudged her chin until she was tilted up at him. A marker came into view, and she jerked away.
“What is that?” She tried to focus on what was in his hand. With the dim lighting and being so close, she could only make out the shape.
“Bad puppy.” He tapped her nose.
She blinked, taken aback by the harshness of his voice.
“Washable makeup pencil,” he said, holding it still for a moment. “Now, lean forward so I can put your nose on.”
Eyeliner. He was using an eyeliner pencil to complete her puppy look.
Regret hit her in the chest. Her breathing stuttered. It was a small mistake, but to her, a complete failure. Leaning forward, she gave him full access to her face and rolled her eyes up to stare at the ceiling. They’d only been at this for a few minutes, and she was fucking it all up.
Why couldn’t she muster the same confidence and self-assurance she had in the court room? Where was her fucking spine?
James dragged the eyeliner across her nose, filling in every bit of space. Even after he capped it and tossed it back on the chair, she kept her eyes upward. He shouldn’t have been wasting his time with her. He would have more fun if he rolled a submissive who knew what the fuck to do and not question a stupid thing like costume makeup.
“Where’d you go?” The question broke through her fog of self-deprecation.
She shook her head slightly. Making the wrong move once again. He grabbed her collar and dragged her forward, forcing her to focus to him. “I asked you a question.”
More fucking up. She seemed to be on a roll.
“I’m right here?” she asked with hesitation.
“Where did your mind take you? Because you weren’t here a second ago. Where’d you go?” His gaze bore into her, pinning her.
“I fucked everything up,” she said simply. No need to sugarcoat things.
“No, you didn’t. You didn’t follow one direction,” he clarified, like there was a difference. “What else?”
