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that proud little half-smile gracing his
lips—just how much he loved working on her.
    As she positioned herself on the bed, arms and legs
obediently splayed where he showed her, the realization that he wanted as much
of her skin bare as possible in order to use the wand upon it set off another
skittering of anxiety in her. Emily licked her lips nervously, watching with
quickening breaths as Master wove effortless cat’s paws around her wrists and
ankles, then tied the shackles securely to the corners of the bed frame. She
wriggled experimentally, more because it was something she always did than
because she genuinely wanted to test the bindings, but perhaps Greg picked up
some lingering hint of tension in her movement.
    “Do you want to fight it, little one?” he asked softly,
reaching down to stroke her hair.
    Emily caught her breath. She hadn’t realized her heart had
been beating so hard or that her gasps were so audible. She pressed her head
into his hand, trying hard to rest her cheek against his palm, and that
familiar impulse to fidget began to bloom in her. She wanted him—wanted
closeness and contact and his hands on her—but she couldn’t get to him. She
couldn’t reach, couldn’t move more than a tiny bit except for the center line
of her body, and she bucked against the mattress once or twice, lifting her
hips and squeezing her shoulder blades together. Her bound breasts stood at
sharp attention, the warm air skimming her nipples like a knife, and Master
regarded her coolly with that shadow-shrouded face, his fingers trailing slowly
over her chest.
    “Better?” he asked as she stilled, panting a little now
she’d exhausted her initial struggles.
    Emily nodded and he smiled.
    “That’s my girl. You always have to fight it first, right?”
    He stroked the curve of her waist, his palm so strong and
warm against the sensitive places along her sides, and bent his fingers to
tickle her just under her bottom rib. She twitched and twisted and they shared
in the bubbling of smiles and laughter that rose between them.
    The smile didn’t entirely leave Emily’s face when she
glanced across the room and saw the case in which the violet wand sat, although
the nervousness returned again with a vengeance.
    Greg saw her look and he nodded slowly. “Still worried, I
see. That’s disappointing.”
    Emily’s smile did die then. She didn’t want to disappoint
him. She hadn’t been tied long but she could already feel the security of her
bindings stripping everything away, rocking her gently into that dreamy, warm
place where she knew he would take care of her. She shook her head but she
couldn’t find the right words to say that she wasn’t scared…because that would
have been a lie.
    “No?” Greg raised his eyebrows.
    The room smelled quite strongly of jasmine now, the scent
drifting up from the sheets on which she lay and wafting from the still-burning
candles. The shadows danced on the walls above Emily’s head and she wriggled a
little more, uncertainty tracing her flesh.
    “You’re not worried?” Greg asked, cheerfulness injected into
his voice as he moved around the bed, going to the toy box by his wardrobe. “I
think you are, little one. But you shouldn’t be. It’s all fine. In fact, I think
that before we’re done here, you’re going to be begging me to use the violet
wand on you.”
    Emily craned her neck to try to see what he was getting out
of the box, but he had his back to her so she thumped her head back down on the
pillow he’d taken care to position beneath her neck and mumbled a compliant
“Yes, Master”.

Chapter Four
     
    She should have known he wasn’t going to just leap into it.
She was grateful for that, really…but the teasing was excruciating.
    He started with the blindfold—just a simple strip of black
satin wound once or twice around her head and tied tightly so she couldn’t see
what was coming next. At first Emily almost panicked, afraid he’d use the wand
on