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tried to sit very still and not feel how provocatively dressed she was, and tried even harder not to feel the stimulators at her pussy and ass.
    What now? Let’s get this over with.
    She was dying to say that, but stopped herself. A submissive couldn’t make demands. Especially when her company was on the line.
    After Tristan studied her a bit more—but she didn’t look at his eyes, didn’t let herself see the lust there because it would keep arousing her too much—he walked to a closet and withdrew a hanger on which hung a short black dress.
    So he was dressing her completely ? Covering up all her Sinsuous leather? Just to fuck her?
    Oh hell, what did she care? Maybe it was a fantasy, a fetish of some kind—what difference did it make if it just moved the night along?
    Tristan pulled the fitted dress on over her head, tugging it carefully into place. The hem stopped a few inches beneath her crotch and just above her boots. The frock possessed long sleeves but was off-the-shoulder, and Tristan adjusted the neckline, without touching her aching breasts, so that the full top ridges were on grand display. A glance down revealed her nipples poking prominently through the fabric as well.
    Damn it, now she knew what difference the dress made. Somehow, knowing what she had on under it, and seeing how unbelievably hot it made her look, made her pussy even wetter.
    As a last touch, Tristan presented a pair of large silver hoop earrings, pressing them into her hand. “Put these on,” he said, making her thankful he at least wasn’t going to attempt that .
    Finally, Tristan stood back and studied her from head to toe, like an artist admiring his own creation. “Do you have any idea how perfectly fuckable you look right now?” he asked.
    She didn’t lie. “Yes.” But her voice came out too soft, raspy—damn it.
    “It’s all I can do not to take my cock out and nail you to the wall.”
    Go ahead. Another thought toward getting this over with. Yet even that could be seen as less-than-submissive. So she simply waited.
    “But I have a big evening planned for us before that happens,” he added.
    She felt her eyebrows shoot up. “Oh?”
    “Dinner, remember? And a few surprises too. I have a limo waiting downstairs.”
    Christ, was he serious? She blinked her confusion. “We’re going out ? Now ?”
    “Of course.” But his evil smile said he knew he’d caught her off guard and enjoyed it. He surely knew exactly what she was thinking . I have to walk around like this? Bound in leather from neck to toe? With those “pleasure panties” rubbing against me with every fucking step I take?
    She took a deep breath then chose her words carefully and tried very hard not to sound as if she were protesting. “Has it occurred to you that…it’ll look like you’re with a hooker?”
    He grinned wide. “Who cares? No matter what anyone thinks you do for a living, it’ll be clear that I’m a man of discriminating taste.”
    She didn’t grin, but tried to look pleasant. “It’ll be clear that you’re a man of kinky taste.”
    “It’ll mostly be clear that I’m a man who’s going to fuck your brains out later, exactly the way I want, whether you like it or not. Now come on, baby. It’s time to go.”

Chapter Three
    As they walked down the hall toward the elevator, Adrianna’s clit and ass swelling more with every step she took, she glanced up at her escort. “I’m not…complaining, Tristan, but can I just point something out?”
    “What’s that?”
    “We’re both…fairly powerful people. With professional reputations to protect.”
    “Don’t tell me you’ve never worn a little leather out on the town, Adrianna, because I won’t believe you.”
    True, sexually, Adrianna had not been overly discreet—but she’d also never paraded up the Las Vegas Strip looking like a full-blown BDSM call girl. She at least kept her kinkiness contained to private residences, hotel rooms, sometimes her office and also the