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Master Cedric, the man who would bring her pleasure tonight, whom she would pleasure in whatever way he chose.
    “Yes, it frightened me. Especially since I wanted more.”
    “How long was he your Dom?”
    “Seven years.”
    His smile tied her stomach in knots. “Stand up.” When she was on her feet, he narrowed his eyes in contemplation, and she wondered what thoughts ran through his mind.
    “I’d love to hear more about how you tumbled into submission with your friend; however, what I really want is to see you naked. Follow my directions to the letter. You are a slave girl on the auction block, and I am examining you for possible purchase. Take off your blouse.”
    Oh my Lord, yes. At that moment, Kennedy was grateful her one indulgence to herself a few months back had been a satin bra and panty set on sale at a small boutique in Bakersfield -- and that she was wearing it right now. She took off her shirt, giving it to him when he put out his hand.
    “Now, lift your bra over your breasts and let it lie on your chest.”
    Her breasts jiggled as she freed them, the elastic tight against her upper chest.
    “Very nice.” He leaned forward, his eyes wide in appreciation. “Nice big nipples and such beautiful piercings. You’re perfect for clothespins, or clamps with weights. Did you like watching the other slave with her weights?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “I could tell. Your body tensed, and I knew you wanted it to be you in that swing.”
    She needed to watch herself. He was far too adept at reading people.
    “Lift your skirt and tuck it into your waistband.” Now she was thankful that, although she didn’t have a Dom, she still shaved and waxed regularly, keeping her mons bare.
    “Legs wide, arms behind your back, head bowed.” Kennedy tried, and failed, to slow her breathing. When Cedric stood, it increased even more. He stepped in front of her, their 30 Melinda Barron
    bodies almost touching. And then he put his fingers on the elastic of her panties and tugged the soft material to her knees.
    He sat back down and examined her carefully, his eyes seeming to take in every inch.
    “So beautifully submissive.”
    “Come to me, my little slave girl.” She hobbled toward him, stopping at the place he indicated.
    Cedric trailed a finger down her body, starting between her breasts, trailing over her belly button and down to her mons. He traced her outer labia as she shivered. Then he spread her lips and tugged on her slave ring.
    He pulled again and her clit pulsed under the pressure. “Very nice. Turn around.”
    Kennedy moved slowly, her panties still tight around her knees. With her back to him, she felt very vulnerable. He traced her buttocks lightly, the sensations spreading straight to her clit. And then he grasped her cheeks and spread them, exposing her anus to him.
    “Excellent.” A finger dipped into the valley and caressed her rosette. “Would slave girl let me take her here?”
    “Yes, Master Cedric.” Would he want to do something that intimate tonight? Surely not. He was just exploring, right? Pushing her to see what her limits were. This was bad.
    Very bad. Having him touch her could be very addictive, and knowing it was just for tonight didn’t make this any easier.
    Maybe she should stop it, tell him she’d changed her mind. And while her brain said yes, her body said no, and it pushed against his finger.
    “Bad slave girl.” He smacked her behind and she groaned. “Hold still.”
    Her clit was on fire now. She knew all it would take for her to tumble into orgasm would be one little tug on her ring.
    “Turn back around.” She faced him, keeping her position. “Tell me, slave girl, how do you take a spanking?”

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    He glanced up at her, their gazes locking. With one look he let her know he’d said no pain, except that promise was about to be broken. The one slap he’d given her didn’t count as pain. If she wanted it, if she enjoyed it, he would give it to