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was red.
    As requested, she wore nothing under dress. Her legs were smooth and tan, thanks to an earlier spa treatment. Her hair was worn straight, without adornment, and she’d brushed it until it shone. She carried her driver’s license, and she wore very, very red lipstick.
    At 8:59, she walked into the bar. It was crowded, filled with men and woman in various states of dress and undress. Most wore black leather and some carried riding crops and whips.
    She turned right, pushed her way through the people and presented herself at the third booth.
    Her Master sat on the left side, drinking a flute of champagne. He wore a black cloth mask that covered his head and most of his face. His shirt was red and his dress pants black. He looked very handsome, even though she could only see the tip of his nose, his full lips and his square jaw.
    He put down his glass, looked at his watch, then up at her. “You’re right on time, Belle.” He studied her leisurely. “You look exquisite—like a beautiful present. I look forward to unwrapping you.”
    Claire found it incredibly arousing that she had pleased him. Fear and longing entwined in a dance that made her stomach flutter. She feared what he might demand of her, but she also longed for the kind of pleasure he could bestow on her. She only prayed that she’d made the right choice. Phillip told her once that he’d sensed her submissive nature. He had promised to break down her barriers, but all he really did was break her.
    “Sit down.”
    Until he uttered the words, Claire hadn’t realized that she’d been instinctively waiting for his directive. She looked at him, uncertain.
    “Belle.” His tone was sharp.
    “I don’t mean to disobey,” she said softly, “but where should I sit?”
    His lips curved into a gentle smile. “I’m sorry, Belle. I was not specific, was I? You require clarity.” He scooted out of the booth and gestured for her to join him.
    She slid across the vinyl seat until her hip grazed the wall. She toyed with her driver’s license as he sat next to her.
    “Give me your ID.”
    She handed it over and he tucked it into his front pants pocket. He sipped on his champagne, offering her none as he looked around the bar. Claire was unsure if she was allowed to talk or to move.
    “Sit close to me,” he said. “Flip your dress up.”
    Claire’s heart pounded furiously as she moved nearer to him. Her hands shook violently as they gripped the edge of her dress. This is crazy. I can’t just… oh, God. What am I doing?
    “Are you thinking that you made a mistake?”
    Claire looked up into the knowing gaze of her Master. She nodded.
    “You can leave right now,” he said. “Or you can lift your dress and show me your pussy.”
    His words shocked her. But her body reacted in a far different manner. Her nipples hardened and she got instantly wet. She hated to admit it, but she was enjoying his domination.
    Sucking in a deep breath, she pulled up the material and revealed her Brazilian-waxed cunt. He glanced down then nodded. She started to re-cover herself, but he said, “No. Leave it.”
    Even though she felt extremely vulnerable with her dress shoved up to her hips, she was determined to see through this experience. The table was so big and the lighting so dim, it was doubtful that anyone walking by could see her bared thighs.
    “Put your hands flat on the table.”
    Claire put her palms against the burnished wood.
    Minutes ticked by. He said nothing to her. He sipped the champagne and watched the people around them, some involved in their own games. And while he observed others, she observed him. The bar was dimly lit, but she could still see his handsome profile. She hoped that before their game was over, he would reveal his identity.
    Finally, he turned to her. “You’re doing very well.”
    “Thank you.”
    “Thank you, Master,” he corrected. “When you speak to me, you must call me Master. Understand?”
    “Yes, Master.”
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