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hands, shove him to the floor and impale herself on him. She hated that she wanted him, but with a hard cock against her hand and still more hardness against her clit and ass, how could she not long to fuck?
    When he moved away from her without warning, it was both a blessing and a torture. He returned to the bag on the bed and she stood there taking deep breaths, commanding herself, Don’t feel anything, don’t feel anything. Be strong, be the rock you’ve always been. Don’t feel pleasure. Don’t feel pain. Don’t feel anything at all.
    She wasn’t surprised when the next garment he pulled from the shopping bag was—also from the Sinsuous Leather collection—a black leather corset that hooked in the front and laced in the back. She supposed he’d seen the catalog and knew it was designed to push the breasts upward even while leaving them exposed.
    “Turn around,” he instructed, and after she complied, he situated the corset around her torso and pulled it tight in back, working at the laces.
    Adrianna stood quietly, her arousal unduly heightened as he pulled the corset tighter, and then even a bit more, to make her feel bound snugly inside it. Like the panties, she knew with every move she would feel how very firmly wrapped she was within the garment and how high it pushed her already pert breasts. Curving over the bottom half of them, the corset shoved the two mounds prominently upward, nearly to her throat. Her nipples beaded into even harder, bullet-like points from the stimulation.
    “Let me see you,” he said when he was done, so she turned back around.
    The muscles in his face went slack as his eyes gleamed glassy with lust.
    Neither of them said a word, but her entire body pulsed with need now. Need she had to push down. If she didn’t, she would fuck up—she would follow her urges and grab him, rub against him, or she would demand that he touch her, kiss her, sink that big, hot cock inside her. And then she would lose. The game. And Adrianna, Inc.
    A moment later, Tristan returned to the bag, this time drawing out a leather choker sprinkled with small black, sparkling rivets—one more item from the Sinsuous line. When he tied it around her neck, just a bit too pleasurably tight, the tips of the rivets lightly abraded her neck, creating still more sensation, just as she’d designed the piece to do.
    Next, her “master” produced a pair of thigh-high black leather boots with pointy toes and stiletto heels. Again, designed by her. Straight from her catalog and available from the largest Adrianna, Inc. boutique in the country, right here in Vegas where, clearly, Tristan had gone shopping.
    “Sit,” he said, and as with everything else she wore, he put the first boot on her, pulling it up, up, onto the sensitive flesh of her thigh, where it stopped halfway between her knee and cunt. He followed suit with the other to leave her feeling like the perfectly attired BDSM queen—only on the wrong side of the whip this time around.
    This was exactly how Adrianna loved to dress for a man she wanted to fuck, or a woman. She loved the sensation of being lightly bound yet still free to do what she wanted, to take control, and she loved having so much of her body covered while leaving the key parts exposed. Only—she didn’t love being dressed this way for Tristan, now . Despite telling herself not to feel anything, she was beginning to feel exactly as he intended—like his slave.
    What would come next? Would he indeed produce some sort of whip or flogger? She loved such toys, loved using them and sometimes enjoyed asking to have them used on her—but the idea of Tristan whipping her against her will made her stomach churn.
    Or maybe he would just tie her up. That would be even worse.
    And if he blindfolded her—well, maybe that would actually be okay. Maybe it would help her block it all out, quit feeling the strange sense of pleasure combined with that awful feeling of helplessness that she despised. She