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“Okay.” Then she continued on in a quiet voice. “I guess apart from my capture fantasies I’ve always liked the idea of being tied up and at someone’s mercy.”
“That, we’ve done.” Not, I’ve done to you. I was learning. Back to the real.
“Mmm.”
“More?” I wondered, hoping to hear that she’d always dreamed of being flogged or spanked. “What else?”
“I guess, I suppose, if you’re looking for one that’s different…”
“I am.”
“Okay, well, I used to dream of being taken by more than one person, of being shared. Even of being made to. It’s just…hot.” She shook her head. “Stupid. No one does that.” Her voice caught on the last word. Our eyes met.
Laughable. After our month of debauchery, she could still say that?
“You think? Men or women?”
Another long pause. A very long one interspersed with much screwing up of mouth and eyebrows. This question was agonizing to her. Cute though. “Both? Maybe? I guess?”
Ah. Now that was hot. “Sometimes people do the things that no one seems to do.”
Like the light of morning lining the horizon, I realized, this could be my solution.
Kink was alive and well, and I knew just where to get it. This was something that bridged that gap. I could let her explore, join her in this, and show yet again how this fascinated us both. Was this going too far? I pulled out my phone and held it hard enough to hurt my bones. No, it wasn’t. I’d have to be careful, though. Doing anything in public daunted me too. Things could go wrong. I only knew Moghul.
Would anyone there know us?
Damn. Stop stalling.
I sent a text, then waited for the reply, gave Moghul some more details in the next one. I sent another to Jon to check the whereabouts of his boat. Done. All good.
“We’re going to a party.”
“What?” A frown worked its way onto her forehead.
For this to work properly, I needed Jodie thinking as my slave yet again. If my subconscious laughed at my recent vow for that about-face, I smothered it. One last time.
Because maybe, if I showed her this was a two-way thing, that I could accommodate her needs too, she’d stay.
But that dress would never do, not as it was.
“Sit up straighter, Jodie, so I can see you.”
“What?”
I added sternness. “Now.” She blinked. I waited. Though she took longer than I’d have allowed her to without punishment a few days before, I let it go.
Finally, after one tremulous breath and a small amount of lip gnawing, she complied.
“Undo enough buttons so you can tuck the neckline under your breasts. Take off your bra. Cup your breasts so I can see them.”
I stood, picking up and moving back the chair. While she undid the buttons, I took away the goblets and made the table top bare.
With the bodice opened enough, she put her hands under her breasts and lifted them, offering them to me. Bare breasted, areola showing against her pale skin, apart from that, Jodie was the picture of elegance. Mine to command. Heady. I zinged into Master mode like I’d never left.
I’d make that dress shorter. When we arrived, I’d bare her breasts like this and decorate her with the diamante nipple clamps and, I stepped behind the chair, there were more possibilities.
“Get up and lean over the table.”
