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“My sub also can’t decide what to wear on occasion so I, too, take the matter from her hands.”
    Kyle gave the breadboard a practice swing.
    “I think this will be a punishment my sub will enjoy,” Rupert said, eyeing the board. “And maybe next time there will be no need for a fuss about clothing or making us nearly late for our dinner engagement.”
    “I can see why you’re thinking that way,” Kyle said, still swiping the board through the air.
    “Yes. So feel free to try it on her whenever you’re ready.”

Chapter Four
     
     
    “Do you mind,” Ivor said suddenly, “if my sub and I leave you to your fun for a little while? I have something I simply must attend to.”
    “Not at all,” Kyle said, his attention fixed on Lottie’s exposed arse. “We’ll amuse ourselves for as long as you need.”
    “That’s what I thought.” Ivor reached for Melody’s hand and tugged her to standing. He was a little rough, and his movements held an urgency to them.
    She knew better than to quiz her master, but a hundred questions were swarming in her mind. Was he going to tease them both again? Had he hit the limit of his sexual frustration? Maybe he’d guessed the jealous flash of emotion that had streaked through her. Or perhaps she’d displeased him by squirming, and now she was going to bear the brunt of his sadistic streak, the one that liked to tie her up in their playroom and streak her butt with the sharp lines of his cane?
    She glanced at Tia, who was also sat with her hands in her lap and her head slightly bowed. But her gaze was fixed on the wooden paddle her dom was now wielding over Lottie.
    “This way,” Ivor said, wrapping his arm around Melody’s waist and all but dragging her from the room.
    “Is everything okay, Sir?”
    “It will be.”
    “Have I displeased you?”
    “Only by being so damn sexy that I’ve had to change my plans for the evening.”
    So it’s not the jealousy thing again. I hid it well. Thank goodness.
    “I’m sorry for being so sexy, Sir.” She wasn’t sorry in the least. She loved that he found her irresistible, that he couldn’t contain his longing for her. And to leave their guests so they could… that was unheard of and a new thrill.
    As they headed up the stairs, Melody heard a resounding smack—the sound of wood connecting hard and fast with flesh.
    She held in a groan, remembering how it felt when Ivor had paddled her earlier.
    So damn sore and so damn good.
    “They don’t need us to have a great time,” Ivor said, not pausing. “And I’m sure the evening has only just begun.”
    “Yes, Sir.” She turned at the top of the stairs toward their bedroom.
    “Yes,” he said. “In there. I wouldn’t take a virgin to the playroom.”
    “Of course, Sir.”
    Once in the bedroom, he stepped away from her.
    Melody stood, as he’d expect her to, with her hands behind her back, breasts jutting forward, her hard nipples poking her sheer top, and her feet hip width apart.
    He went to the tall white cupboard that housed not only his crisp work shirts, but also a box of toys he kept in here, so as not to have to go the playroom in the middle of the night if the mood should take him.
    A rustle of paper caught her attention, but she tried not to stare. Her instructions, at moments like this, were always to look at the carpet. She mustn’t appear too inquisitive, or, heaven forbid, impertinent.
    “I bought you a present,” he said.
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    “You may look at it.”
    She raised her head. The crunching sound had come from a bag from their favourite sex shop in Kinton, one Ivor had to pass regularly on his way to and from work. He was peering into it with a look of barely contained anticipation.
    What the hell was in there?
    She glanced at his groin. His hard-on was still evident. Whatever it was had got him so riled up that he hadn’t been able to stay and watch a spanking.
    Curiosity gnawed at her.
    He put his hand into the bag and pulled out a