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snick of the clasp would start her slipping down into subspace,
reminding her that she had nothing to fear. Tonight more than ever she wanted
that security, so she closed her fingers tightly on the cool metal and hurried
into Greg’s bedroom.
    He was waiting for her, his arms folded across his chest and
his gaze fixed lazily on her as she entered the room. Emily smiled, feeling
cosseted and protected by that look, and maybe just a little silly for reacting
the way she had to the wand…not that she would ever have admitted it.
    Still, she knew Master would never hurt her, never push her
past any limit she had not agreed to test.
    She held out the collar, watching Greg take it from her
hands with his lean, strong fingers. His scent filled the space between them,
his warmth and proximity blotting out her uncertainty. They didn’t speak. There
was nothing he needed to say to make her understand.
    Emily turned, lifting her hands to swipe her hair out of the
way as Greg unsnapped the collar and brought the sleek, silvery ring to her
neck. She held her breath, closed her eyes…let all the tension seep from her
body as Master’s arms encircled her. He leaned in close to fasten the collar
and the coolness of the metal roused a shiver from her skin.
    Emily smiled as the collar snicked closed, the metal
already beginning to warm against her neck, his lips grazing the sensitive spot
behind her ear.
    “Take your dress off, little one,” he murmured. “Slowly. Let
me see.”
    Her smile widened, lips curving lazily as her body segued
into smooth, easy obedience. She stepped away from him, presenting herself for
him, holding eye contact as she began the leisurely dance of shedding her
clothes.
    Greg watched her unzip her dress, her arms bowed like a
dancer’s as she stretched to reach the zipper, then she shimmied out of the
black fabric. His gaze seemed warm on her skin and Emily’s nipples peaked
beneath the lace of her bra, her pussy already flushed with heat and hunger.
    She moved easily, languidly…this part of the game took no
thought. It was the collection of little moments in which she laid herself bare
for him, relinquishing control inch by inch until Master held her completely in
his grasp, both figuratively and literally.
    He waited until she was down to her underwear before he
withdrew a coil of rope from the nightstand. Emily toed off her shoes, biting
at her lower lip with anticipation. The collar had warmed against her skin, its
weight a comforting reminder of her role, its surface a silky caress on her
neck.
    She watched Master tease the free end of the rope in his
fingers, his gaze succinctly appraising her body.
    “Go on, little one. Take it all off. Then bend over and show
me that sweet, tight ass.”
    She shivered, obeying without thought or question, even when
her fingers stumbled on the hooks of her bra. She wanted the rope. She wanted
him to tie her, use her…render her helpless and drive her crazy.
    It was one of the things he did best, better than anybody.
    Greg had a real talent with rope. He could get her any way
he wanted with it, but it wasn’t all about the rigging. It started with his voice,
with the way he could make her so calm and pliant just by the soothing timbre
of his words, and before she knew it Emily would find herself being wrapped in
beautiful loops of soft, white nylon rope.
    That was how it happened now. His words had her snared long
before he touched her, but she knew it was coming and she couldn’t keep from
staring at the rope in his hands…waiting for its kiss against her skin.
    She stripped naked—it was hard to feel as sexy getting out
of pantyhose as it was stockings, but she did her best—and bent over as he’d
asked, letting her gaze rest on the soft carpet as Master surveyed her bare
body.
    Emily bit her lip as Greg’s warm hand caressed the curve of
her ass, then slapped lightly at the soft flesh. The movement reverberated
throughout her center, setting off quivers of