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and dildos. My pussy clenched and my nipples pebbled under the lace. I
swept my gaze across the room, this time seeing other things hiding in the
shadows. What I didn’t see was Master Clay.
    There were two other wood doors beyond the seating area, and
after a moment I decided that was where he must have disappeared to. I closed
the door to the dressing room and waited. I wasn’t sure what to do. I’d read
all about different positions submissives should take while waiting, but I had
no idea which position Master Clay wanted me in.
    I settled on spreading my feet to shoulder width as if I
were doing squats in the gym. I rested my hands behind my back, hooking my
index fingers together. After one last look around the room I lowered my eyes,
staring at the bottom of the St. Andrew’s Cross.
    A door opened. Footsteps approached, tapping over the glossy
wood floor.
    I started to tremble the closer Master Clay got. I closed my
eyes and swallowed. When the footsteps stopped I opened my eyes, keeping my
gaze focused on the floor.
    Master Clay grabbed my chin, forcing my head up. For a
moment my gaze snapped to his before I remembered the order and lowered my
lashes, looking down even though he was tipping my chin up.
    He turned my head from side to side, examining me. It was
disconcerting. When he released my jaw his hand fell to the straps of the
camisole. Flicking them off my shoulders, he grabbed the top and jerked it
down. The lace abraded my nipples and I gasped as my breasts popped free.
    In the next breath he was fondling me. Cupping each breast
in turn, he weighed them in his hands, then flicked my nipples with his thumbs.
He drew his hand back and slapped my right breast, just enough to cause a
little sting. I bit my lip—it was both frightening and arousing. My arm and leg
muscles were tight from the tension of holding still. The urge to respond to
his touches with ones of my own was strong. As was the urge to run. I barely
knew this man yet he was touching me as if he owned me.
    Because he did.
    That thought sent a fresh wave of arousal thrumming through
me and I found myself relaxing.
    “Good girl. Let go. You need only do what I order you to do.
Anything else is irrelevant.”
    He tugged the camisole up, sliding the straps back up my
arms. Fisting a hand in my hair, he pulled my head back, forcing my gaze to the
ceiling and my back to arch, my shoulders moving down toward the floor. He
pulled until I worried I would fall, until I knew that if he released me I
would lose my balance.
    “Let go. You’re mine.” He barked the words, his will almost
a physical thing, like the heat from a fire.
    Muscle by muscle I relaxed, trusting him to hold me up.
    “Good girl,” he repeated. His free hand dipped between my
legs, rubbing the thong against my pussy just as he had when we first met. This
time I tensed for a different reason.
    He tugged the ties, just as I’d imagined, and the thong fell
away. For a moment it clung to my wet pussy, but with a flick of his wrists it
was gone, leaving my pussy and ass naked and exposed.
    Two fingers fondled my pussy lips. He pinched and stroked
them, touching only the outer lips, not venturing in to my wet core, not
caressing my clit, which was swollen with need.
    “You’re very wet. Highly aroused, yet I know you’re scared.”
    He raised my head until I was standing straight. I focused
on breathing as I stared at the shiny chains dangling from the metal grid on
the wall. As long as I focused I could stay in control of my reactions.
    Master Clay tugged my wrist until I unlinked my fingers, my
hands falling to my sides. He jerked the cami down around my waist. I shivered
standing before him naked except for the scrap of lace bunched around my hips.
Master Clay slapped my ass, hard enough to have me taking a half step forward.
    “Remove it.”
    I pushed the lace over my hips, letting it pool around my
feet.
    Strong hands kneaded my ass, the fingers sliding between the
cheeks, just