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sated, that a truck could have rumbled through the room and she
wouldn’t have been able to move.
    But then something—er, someone—more
frightening than a Mack truck bent down in front of her with a you-are-so-in-for-it-now look upon his strong features. “Get up, Andi,” he said in a calm tone, and he
pulled the blindfold the rest of the way off so she could see him clearly.
Damn, he looked mad .
    She forced herself to a sitting position,
which was no easy feat at all. Her limbs trembled and she just wanted to lie
back in a puddle on the incredibly soft and deep carpet.
    With some effort she managed to get to her
feet and almost stumbled in her heels.
    “Come,” Derrick said as he turned and
strode away from her.
    Andi grinned behind his back. I just
did.
    She quickly smothered the grin and hurried
to follow him. She just about moaned again as the dildo and plug moved within
her still quivering body. Her ass wouldn’t stop stinging, which didn’t help the
urge to have countless more orgasms.
    He strode toward another set of doors and
pushed them open to the poshest bathroom Andi had ever seen. Her own room at
the exclusive resort was nice, but could have fit in that bathroom. Acres of
beautiful Italian tile, more mahogany cabinets and marble countertops, and
vases of fresh flowers. An enormous whirlpool tub occupied one corner of the
bathroom and looked as though it could seat at least four couples. Around it
plants spilled down ledges built into the wall so that it looked as if the spa
was in a tropical forest.
    Derrick walked around a marble wall that
flowed from cabinets to spa and Andi saw it was a large shower with three
showerheads. There were also large unusual-looking hooks built into the shower,
away from the showerheads, and Andi wondered what they were for.
    When she reached him, Derrick held out the
scarf that he had used for a blindfold. “Put out your wrists.”
    “Yes, Master,” she murmured as contritely
as possible.
    Derrick quickly tied her wrists and then
forced her back against the wall, beneath one of the hooks. He raised her arms
and caught the scarf on the hook so that she was practically dangling from it.
Her breasts thrust up and obviously caught Derrick’s attention at once. He
pinched and tugged at both her nipples, and rolled them between his thumb and
forefinger, hard enough to cause her to gasp.
    “My naughty, naughty girl,” he murmured,
his blue eyes fixed on her. “What should I do with you?”
    “Is that a rhetorical question, um,
Master?” She bit her lip, hoping he wouldn’t catch her slip at speaking without
permission.
    “Cheeky.” He reached for the ties of her
corset and began to unlace them. “This isn’t the boardroom, baby. There are no
negotiations here. You do as I say, you serve me and see to my pleasure. That’s
your goal. Do you understand?”
    Andi nodded. “Yes, Master.”
    Derrick focused on unfastening her corset
and tossed it aside, leaving her naked from the waist up. But then he unzipped
her skirt, letting it drop around her ankles until she was clad only in the
leather dildo harness and her stilettos, the leather collar still around her
neck.
    “You look delicious just like that.” He ran
his finger from between her breasts down to the harness around her waist. “But
we don’t want to ruin the leather or your shoes, so we’ll just have to lose
them.”
    He removed the collar, and Andi felt
strangely naked without it—even though she was already naked. Like that
makes sense.
    His talented fingers roamed her body,
teasing and tantalizing her as he slowly unhooked the harness. Andi almost
cried out in relief. Yet she felt a sudden emptiness at the loss of stimulation
when the dildos were removed, too.
    Next he bent down and took off her
stilettos, massaging each foot after removing the shoe. When he finished, she
was dangling from the hook, her toes barely touching the cool tile floor. Her
arms ached from being over her head. She felt