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noticed, I couldn’t look away.
    Little wheezing gasps of breath dribbled from Chantalette’s mouth. That brought his attention to her lips. He brought the pointed end of the feather to her mouth, ringed her lips with it and forced them to open. He dipped the tip against her tongue and made her suck it. When it was soaking wet, he brought it down to her nipple. It went on an excruciatingly slow meander around her hard little rise of flesh. Then he put the tip of the feather inside her nipple ring and tugged.
    “Oh my God.” Chantalette’s moan had more energy than she’d shown the entire morning I’d spent training her.
    “There’s just something about a piercing,” said Ethan. “Ownership. Possession. Permanence. I’d like to attach a chain to these little jewels and lead you around by it. Make you my little sex slave. Would you like that?”
    From the liquid tainting his hand, I didn’t think she’d object. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish.
    “Any thoughts about other piercings? Dana has resisted the idea.” He moved the feather on her flesh as if writing something, or searching for the perfect spot for a piercing needle.
    She shook her head, then nodded, then shook it again. Interpretation—she’d have any thoughts Ethan wanted her to have.
    “I’m going to untie you now.”
    He reached over her head and untied her from the coat hook. But her freedom didn’t last long. He joined her hands behind her back and wrapped the belt of his trench coat around her wrists so tightly she winced. I couldn’t help noticing that her reaction was accompanied by a further hardening of her nipples. When her hands were secured, he took a thorough tour of her body with the feather, searching out every hidden crevice and soft shiver of skin. Ethan was meticulous in his attention to detail. It was impossible to hide anything from him.
    Chantalette bucked hard under his hands. Waves of pink traveled across her body. I felt a grudging sympathy for her, even though I still hated her guts. Ethan had a way of dominating with his touch, completely and utterly. If not with his touch, with his cock.
    As if on cue, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection. A sneaky, petty side of me had hoped he wouldn’t be turned on by Chantalette’s nude, blindfolded body. Only I, and Simon, come to think of it, were supposed to inspire a huge hard-on like that.
    So much for that fantasy.
    His purpling hard-on put me in my place. It might have been even bigger than his usual boners. Or maybe I’d never seen it from this far away. His penis was usually in or near my body, not across the room.
    He pushed Chantalette down onto her knees and nudged her mouth with his cock. She opened up right away, a pink eager hole gaping under the blue blindfold. Her tongue reached for his cock, but he wasn’t interesting in subtleties. He wanted the back of her throat, and that’s what he got. He reached deep, until her throat worked to contain him. The gold rings in her nipples swung back and forth. The sight of her bent under the weight of his cock, blindfolded, hands tied behind her back, was so erotic I almost came on the spot.
    Then the phone rang. I took a long, wavering breath and answered it. It was the chatty assistant to the vice president of one of our new clients.
    “Hi, Dana, I wanted to check in about the meeting next week. I know you’re expecting our Human Resources managers, but is there anyone else we should include…” She droned on and on in my ear like a pesky mosquito.
    Ethan’s eyes closed halfway. One hand held the base of his cock, the other the back of Chantalette’s head. I couldn’t believe how deep she took him in. I had to hand it to her. Chantalette was a lazy slacker when it came to temping, but she sure knew how to give a blowjob.
    Maybe it’s because all she had to do was open wide. I couldn’t control my bitchy thoughts. I hated her right now, hated the way she greedily mouthed Ethan’s cock. Hated