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all this work was paying off. Her reflection couldn’t have shocked her more. The sharp contrast of the black straps pulled taut against her alabaster complexion drew her attention. Her teeth had an overly white look sandwiched between her pink lips and the deep, rich red of the ball. The look was fucking hot. No wonder Nick was fond of it for discipline purposes.
    Her breath, already ragged from the exercise, lodged in her throat at the sight of the clamp dangling between her legs. Holy shit. She did a once over, examining her body objectively. Yeah, her breasts hung a little lower than she’d like, her left slightly larger than the right, and there was cellulite along her thighs that pissed her off. Still, for her age, she looked sexier than she’d imagined.
    Watching her movements reflected in the mirror helped her to perfect the positioning of her legs. As the Mardi Gras event neared, she would practice in costume. She wanted to look as sexy as possible. She admitted, at least to herself, that if she hadn’t avoided using the mirror, she’d be further along. On the last one, she took a deep breath and centered her thoughts. She wanted this one to be perfect.
    She refused to look at Nick. He stole her focus. He was always so damned handsome, but standing there with his arms crossed over his chest, the top button of his worn jeans left open, and that bad boy Dom look etched onto his chiseled reflection, he could melt her on the spot.
    She locked her arms crisscross along her back, thrusting her breasts out as far as possible. Laura kept her head held straight to avoid the multiple chin, turkey gobbler neck disaster. Deliberately thinking through each move, she executed a perfect transition from standing to kneeling. She felt like whooping and fist pumping, but she was only halfway there. She rocked back on her bare feet, lifted her knees up off the mat and demanded her legs lift her body. Damn, she wobbled a bit at the mid-point. She shook it off. She had time to perfect each move before Nick took her to the club. The improvement she’d made in this short time was amazing.
    “Beautiful, Angel. Absolutely beautiful.”
    Nick’s praise meant so much. It made each leg-burning set worthwhile. She walked to him and waited while he unlatched and removed the gag. “Thank you, Sir. You make me feel so sexy.” She worked her jaw side to side relieving a bit of the stiffness.
    Nick grabbed her chin and held it still while he plundered her mouth. She loved his aggression. “Back to the mat with you. “
    “Gladly, Sir.” Hoping he would grant her an orgasm, she readily complied.
    “Face up, legs bent and spread.”
    His calm, direct manner and explicit directions took away the fear factor. It was very comforting and yet erotically hot at the same time.
    Laura saw his hands shake just a little as he ran them up and down her legs massaging the tight muscles.
    “Your willingness to submit to me is a fantasy come true. You know that don’t you?”
    “Thank you, Master.” Emotion was clogging her throat. As usual she went to the lighter side. “Did your fantasy include touching a certain part of my body? It’s feeling a little lonely and wants your attention.”
    “Hang on, my sweet Angel,” he warned. “That certain part of your body is about to get a whole lot of attention!”
    She remembered what happened the last time she’d worn the clit clamp. Removing it was far more intense than wearing it. Considering how close she was to orgasming, it might just send her over the edge. He wouldn’t punish her for that. Or would he?
    “I’m ready, Sir.”
    Her clit was so luscious and begging for his attention. It wouldn’t take much for her to come. Wanting to extend and continue to build the anticipation, he bit down on her inner thigh to distract her from the sensations zinging through her clit while he pulled the ring back a quarter of an inch. He had to do this in stages or she would fly apart.
    Earlier with the