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Mac whistled in appreciation.

Jodi swallowed hard at the “spanking” corset, a
leather-and-lace piece that hugged a woman’s waist and tied in the back with a
black satin ribbon. Two adjustable leather straps supported the woman’s butt
cheeks.

Plumping and displaying them for the Master’s use
,
the accompanying note read.

Fitted to the side of the corset were slave bracelets, just
like the ones on the garter belt, so the sub wouldn’t be able to cover her ass
and protect herself from her Dom’s discipline.

Mac grinned broadly until he noticed Jodi watching. Killing
his smile, he actually blushed. “Too much?”

Strangely enough, no. “I think I like it,” she murmured.

Laughing, he hugged her hard then pulled out the rest of the
stuff. There was a satin-and-leather harness that accentuated a woman’s breasts
and cunt. G-strings, bras and vests constructed of nothing but chains that were
provocative yet menacing. Leather bras without cups. Wide leather slave
bracelets with metal rings to secure them to each other or to whatever the Dom
wanted. Marcasite clip-on nipple rings—again with a vintage flair—for those too
timid to get their tips pierced. Opera-length leather gloves that laced up the
inside with red ribbons. Thigh-high leather boots with five-inch heels that
definitely weren’t from times gone by.

Then finally a piece that truly dazzled Jodi.

And apparently left Mac speechless.

Like most of the other garments, this one was made of
leather with a touch of satin and lace. It had a wide collar that would
completely cover a woman’s throat, along with a marcasite belt and buckle that
secured the collar to the cincher. Slave bracelets for a woman’s biceps
attached to rings on the sides of the article. The Dom could secure the wrist
slave bracelets to the many rings on the sides, front or back, wherever he
might want his sub’s hands secured. In front, the garment stopped just above a
female’s mound. There, another marcasite buckle held a leather band that was
wide enough to cover her cleft. In the back, the band separated into two narrow
strips that cupped a woman’s cheeks, leaving her ass bare and accessible.

Finished with reading the advertising piece, Mac handed the
card to Jodi.

Blood whooshed in her ears. Apparently this was a
combination restraint and chastity belt that left a woman’s rear exposed for
punishment or a Dom’s pleasure.

“What do you think?” Mac said.

Jody nearly laughed. Thinking wasn’t something she was able
to do right now. Too many emotions assaulted her. Most of them surprisingly
wicked. “What do
you
think?”

He studied the restraint-chastity belt-cincher. “Fucking
cool. I’ve seen things similar to this before, but never so nice or vintage,
like something out of Queen Victoria’s secret stash. This is actually pretty
stylish.”

She giggled. “I can just see me walking into a restaurant in
that.”

Mac sighed wistfully. “You’d wear it beneath your clothes
for later.” Pleasure swept his handsome features. “And then maybe I’d follow
you to the ladies’ room. You’d have to submit to me there while a bunch of
people were just beyond the door.”

The needy ache in her cunt was starting to get bad. She
pictured him disciplining her by the sinks, the long mirror reflecting the
wanton act. With her slit covered so chastely, he’d have no alternative except
to plow into her anus to relieve his carnal desires. Even with the voices
outside, he wouldn’t hurry. He’d take whatever he wanted with all the masculine
power he owned.

“Ready?” he asked huskily.

Jodi regarded the articles of clothing spread across her
desk like a catalogue of bad deeds, one more depraved and exciting than the
other. “What should I wear first?”

Mac handed her the elaborate cincher and thigh-high boots.
Jodi picked up the mask then considered something she hadn’t before. “About my
hair.”

“I’ll make it long like I did in the other photos.”

“I meant between my legs.”

Mac’s attention drifted there. Given his expression, Jodi
sensed her curls were damp with excitement that he could see.

“I can Photoshop them off,” he said, then cleared his
throat. His voice had gotten even huskier. “It’s difficult but not impossible.”

“It’d take long?”

He nodded.

“Do you want me to get a wax?”

Mac’s complexion darkened with what looked to be lust. “You
wouldn’t mind?”

Not if he liked her as bare as Krista and the other models
were. “It might be nice.”

Nodding slowly, he ran his fingers over the line of her jaw.
Tingles rippled across Jodi’s cheek and down her throat. “You’re going to do
this?” he asked. “You’re sure…you’re comfortable?”

“I want to throw up but I’m also excited,” she added quickly
at his concerned expression. “Help me to do it right.”

He hesitated then nodded. “Absolutely. We’ll do a few shots
tonight. After you get waxed tomorrow, we’ll have to wait a day or two if your
skin is irritated.”

“You can’t Photoshop that out?”

“Sure. But I don’t want to rush you.”

Mac’s sweet concern touched Jodi deeply but she didn’t want
to wait. All her life, she’d weighed every pro and con of what she should or
shouldn’t do. In the end, she’d done very little except get an education and go
to work. Fun, lust, reckless excitement had never been in the mix. During these
last few days, she’d crossed several lines and didn’t want to stop and run back
to her formerly safe and boring existence. “Let’s do this. Every freaking night
if we have to until you have what you need.”

Surprise and wonder shone in his eyes. “Damn, I’m going to
hold you up to the others as the way a model should be.”

“No.” She rested her hand on his chest. “I don’t want anyone
but you and me to know about this. It’s between us.”

Mac took her hand and rubbed the back of it against his
beard-roughened cheek. “I was just kidding. Only you, Quinn and I will see the
photos.”

“Along with everyone who has access to the Internet.”

He kissed the tips of her fingers. “You’re absolutely
certain about this? I can get another model to—“

“Quinn described me as the woman he wanted.” That was
definitely a first for him to request anyone specifically. Another first was
what Jodi had decided to do.

* * * * *

Mac lowered the blinds over the windows. Something he’d
never done before. Even when it was dark outside with the lights on in here,
his equipment was set up in a distant corner of the spacious room. Far enough
away so no one outside on the sidewalk could possibly see what went on in here.

He wasn’t certain whether the blinds made him or Jodi feel
better and didn’t care. It was simply something he had to do.

Jodi’s desk was also away from the windows and prying eyes.
She sat in her chair, wonderfully naked, regarding the thigh-high boots as she
would a torture device. Trooper that she was, she slipped them on.

“I’ll lace them.” Mac sank to one knee and tugged gently on
the black satin ribbons, tying them in bows at the top. He rested his hand on
the inside of her leg. “Feel all right?”

She touched his thumb, her fingers moving with it as he
stroked her upper thigh near her cunt. “Amazing.”

Smiling, he lifted the cincher. “Ready for this?”

“Sure. Why not?” Jodi pushed to her feet and swayed on the
boots.

“I have you.” He slipped his arm around her waist and walked
her around the desk until she got used to the heels.

“This is like learning to ice skate,” she said. “How can any
woman be turned-on in these things?”

“I don’t think women are the ones who’re supposed to be
aroused by them.”

“No kidding.” After pulling in a deep breath, she sighed it
out. “Let’s get me in that vintage straitjacket.”

Mac laughed. They both howled as he struggled to get it on
her. There were so many buckles, rings and laces he was sweating by the time he
had her in the thing, her hands bound in front beneath her breasts. Mac wiped
off his brow with the back of his hand.

“No wonder they had so many servants in the past. It must
have taken a whole horde of them to get women into these things.”

Still giggling, Jodi sagged against him, fingers pressed to
his chest. “You all hot and bothered yet?”

Mac’s shoulders shook with more laughter. When he’d played
these games in the past, he’d made do with his few ties as restraints or as a
blindfold, and had used his hand to administer a good spanking. The strap,
manacles and other stuff he’d used for his photos had always stayed here,
ignored or forgotten. “I’m getting there. Can you walk on your own yet?”

Jodi pushed away from him, tottered a few steps then righted
herself. “It’s a miracle!”

Mac bent at the waist, he was laughing so hard. “Fuck, we
have to be serious about this.”

“Okay. Chain me to the post like you did Viv earlier, then
take the strap to me.”

Sobering quickly, Mac went to Jodi. “What?”

“Discipline me just like a Dom would. I’m not an actress.
Hell, I’m not even a model. Getting into character is the only way I’m going to
have the right look for this.”

He regarded the cincher that cruelly plumped her breasts and
narrowed her waist despite its pretty satin and lace embellishments. Stray
reddish curls peeked from the crotch, the leather so supple it revealed the
outline of her soft folds. Her nipples were tight as could be, arms and hands
restricted. The perfect sub, unable to protect herself from her Master’s
domination and discipline.

Mac’s cock stirred. “You don’t need a right look.” He
cleared the roughness from his voice. “I’m not shooting your face.”

“Sure you are, just like on Quinn’s site. Even when I have
the mask on, the shot will show my eyes and mouth. Nothing’s more expressive
than someone’s eyes. That’s how you described mine. I didn’t see that in the
photos you took of me. I looked as if I was about to hurl. I want this to be
right.” She pressed into him. “I want to look really hot. Truly submissive.
Yours to do with as you please.”

He cupped Jodi’s chin, wanting her so badly it was an effort
to speak. “Are you sure?”

She smiled. “Take off my glasses, put the mask on me then do
what a Dom’s supposed to with the strap.”

Mac couldn’t have looked more amazed and pleased. His
expression grew intense, his restraint a distant memory. He put Jodi’s glasses
in the top drawer of her desk then fitted the mask to her face and adjusted the
strap in back. They were so close, his lovely bulge snuggled against her ass.

Resting his chin on her shoudler as he had when they’d been
looking at Quinn’s website, Mac plucked her nipples. A slew of depraved
sensations raced through Jodi, pulling a helpless moan from her that felt so
damn right.

Grinding his cock against her butt, he murmured, “Tight
enough?”

Jodi sagged against his hard chest. “My nipples can’t get
any harder.”

He chuckled. “I meant the mask.”

It felt weird but nice somehow, somewhat protective. “The
mask is fine.”

“Good.” Mac cupped the back of Jodi’s neck and guided her to
the post he’d used with Viv earlier. With no trouble at all, he slipped the
chain at the top through the metal circle on her collar then tightened it.
Within seconds, Jodi was restrained completely except for her legs.

“Spread your thighs,” he ordered.

They tensed at his rough tone. Heat poured to her pussy,
which she sensed was already slippery with her juices.

Once she’d assumed the position, Mac padded to the table
where Cait had dumped the props. He fished the strap from beneath the other
stuff then stood in front of Jodi so she’d see him wrapping one end of the
leather around his hand, while the other dangled threateningly.

Perspiration ran from Jodi’s hairline to her jaw, while her
mouth and throat were parched. Swallowing wasn’t something she could manage.
Breathing was a major effort. The ridge between Mac’s legs was immense. He had
a monster hard-on, obviously super aroused by what he was about to do—punish
her into submission.

Padding closer, he flicked the strap, testing it. Each snap
was so curiously thrilling to Jodi and her body softened. She couldn’t recall
another time when she’d felt as nude, vulnerable and fucking excited.

Frenzied jazz poured from the radio, a crescendo of piano,
bass and drums. At last Mac positioned himself at Jodi’s side and placed his
hand on her hip.

His touch was heavy and hot, sending a torrent of desire
through her that tightened her throat even more and made her slightly dizzy.
She gripped the post for support and tensed, waiting for the first lick.

Mac lifted his arm. Drums pounded. The strap hissed. A crack
shot through the room as the leather connected with her ass. Seconds later the
sting registered.

Jodi’s mouth opened on a gasp then a moan as Mac licked her
again, choosing a different part of her ass. Precise, authoritative strikes
that stunned her completely and made her yield even more.

Five times he brought the strap down on her, his strength
restrained though not totally controlled. At last he tossed the leather aside.

It slapped against the hardwood floor.

Panting, Jodi sagged against the post and lifted her face,
staring into Mac’s camera as he snapped his pictures.

The change in Jodi was so amazing, Mac couldn’t get enough
of her fevered expression and glazed eyes. She’d surrendered all right,
blinking slowly as though waking from a dream of dominance, possession,
punishment…

A fantasy she clearly wanted them to continue.

Later. He’d had enough of discipline. It was time for
possession.

Mac set his camera aside and released her from the post.

She slumped into him, her ragged breaths warming his neck.
“What are you doing? We can’t be through.”

Not for a very long time.

He freed her hands and arms from the cincher then drew the
ceiling chain through the rings on her slave bracelets. As he lifted Jodi’s
arms, her head fell back, exposing her throat. Mac secured the chain then
swooped down and suckled her pale, moist neck before heading for her nipples.
The tips seemed harder than he recalled. So fucking amazing he didn’t want to
stop licking them.

She shivered. “More.”

On his knees, Mac rested his hands on the insides of her
thighs and parted her legs. Her muscles tensed from the unusual position and
the unnatural height of her heels. Sliding his fingers to her ass then her
furrow, he separated her cheeks.

A strangled noise poured from her. She pushed to her toes
but her legs wavered so badly she sank back down.

Mac gripped Jodi’s ass to let her know he had her. No
fucking way would he let her fall. He buried his face in her auburn curls,
scented with her powdery fragrance and musk.
Jesus.
A sound of delight
rushed from him. She blew out her air on a soft sigh.

With more tenderness than Mac knew he owned, he licked the
length of her cleft, not at all surprised that her soft folds were puffy and
parted for his enjoyment. He lapped her nub and tightened his hold on her.
She’d pushed to her toes again. Unable to stay there for long, Jodi came back
down to her heels, her knees sagging.

Mac reacquainted himself with her cunt and anus, already
knowing the contours of each by heart. Her little nub was hard as could be and
deliciously receptive to the exploration of his tongue, her anus wonderfully
responsive to his probing finger. She tightened her muscles around it and
pushed her pussy toward him, her reaction convincing him she wanted more.

He gave Jodi what they both desired and used her brazenly,
mindful of each breath she took, the sounds she made, how her body responded to
him.

She was his.

Mac suckled her hard clit, its rigidity a perfect complement
to his stiffened cock.

Slipping his little finger into her anus—just as she’d done
with his—Mac pressed against her narrow opening.

On a shuddering moan, Jodi surrendered then suddenly
resisted as though she found the sensations too overpowering. The chains
clacked as she repeatedly pulled on them.

To get free? No chance of that.

She tried to pull away but he was far stronger. Her Master.
His mouth still on her clit, his finger explored her other sensitive area.

Fully trapped and used by him, Jodi groaned repeatedly, the
sound interrupted by her halting breaths. She whimpered then cried out, still
struggling.

Like the Dom she wanted him to be, Mac used her well, not
allowing a moment of peace.

She was soon moist with perspiration, trembling from her
attempts to fight him then crying out her climax. As it crashed through her,
Mac licked faster, suckled harder and probed a bit deeper to let her know he
was the fucking boss.

Incoherent words poured from Jodi. Her chest pumped as she
labored for air. Mac finally rested his forehead against the gentle swell of
her tummy and breathed hard, trying to control himself. He wanted inside her so
badly it scared the shit out of him.

Never had he been like this with another woman. He’d have
his fun then forgot about it.

Jodi’s scent and warmth, the person she was wouldn’t allow
him to use her then leave her. He eased away to grab his camera then squeezed
off shot after shot, capturing her as she floated down from the height of her
pleasure, her head thrown back. The mask’s feathers wiggled with the cool air
spilling down on them. When Mac pushed to his feet, Jodi’s lids fluttered, as
though she were trying to open her eyes but couldn’t quite manage it.

Didn’t matter. He’d direct her in this, expecting her to
obey his every command. With his body snug against hers, he released the chain
that held her hands. Her arms dropped to her sides. She collapsed into him.

Her weight and heat continued to arouse Mac beyond anything
sane or reasonable. With his arm around her waist, he led her to the table
where Cait had left the props. Mac shoved them aside and attached Jodi’s slave
bracelets to each other, her hands in front of her.

She lifted her face and searched his, obviously wanting an
explanation as to where this would lead.

Time for show rather than tell. Mac grabbed a length of
black silk he’d used in his shots with Viv. Tying one end around Jodi’s bound
wrists, he looped the other on the leg of the table and pulled. The fabric grew
taut, drawing Jodi to the edge of the wood.

“Bend over,” he ordered.

Her lips parted at his sharp command then the corners of her
mouth lifted in a sinful smile. Resting her elbows on the table, she raised her
ass.

His nuts and cock liked that, while his heart…

Mac didn’t want to go there. What he was beginning to feel
was too unsettling, stealing his control. Getting a grip on himself, he padded
away, feeling Jodi watch him. She didn’t say anything, no doubt knowing he’d be
back.

Damn straight. He’d have to be crazy not to return. Mac
grabbed a condom from the box in his desk then lowered his head to fight his
dizziness. He couldn’t seem to catch enough breath. His smile was so wide it
hurt. He hadn’t a clue what was happening to him except that he felt alarmed
and elated in equal measures.

When he returned, Jodi squinted, clearly trying to get him
into focus. She glanced at the foil packet he held. Her throat and face got
rosy.

Mac wanted to skip the foreplay and simply get on with his
pressing needs but couldn’t bring himself to do that. Jodi trusted him not to
hurt her. Running his knuckles across her jaw, he murmured. “Tell me what
you’re up for.”

“Everything.”

She hadn’t paused or hesitated. Mac did.

“Have you ever had anal sex?”

“No. Show me how great it can be. Teach me.”

Her faith in him was nearly too much to bear. It encouraged
and humbled Mac. “If it hurts at all, let me know.”

“It won’t.”

He laughed softly and traced the edge of her mask with his fingers.
“You can’t know that.”

“Well no, not if you keep talking about it rather than just
seeing what happens. Go on. Do it.”

He cocked one eyebrow. “Who’s the boss here?”

“You keep saying you are. So act like it.”

Damn, she’d really changed. Mac ditched his clothes, rolled
on the condom and used the moisture that had seeped from her pussy to lubricate
her anus. Slowly, he turned his finger in her tight channel. “How’s this feel?”

She punched out the words. “Lewd. Depraved. Fucking awesome.
Don’t stop.”

Mac’s lust wouldn’t allow that. They’d both come too far to
turn back, not that he’d behave like a prick. Slowly he eased his crown into
her narrowest opening, attentive to her reaction.

Jodi squeezed her fists and sucked air but didn’t seem in
any real distress.

Reassured, Mac kept working his cock inside her. Once his
crown was past her snug entrance, it was far easier to drive his remaining
length inside. Not that he rushed. With painstaking care, he entered her slowly
so she’d feel his hard shaft not only tunneling deeper but opening to him,
allowing him to take command of this part of her.

The result was better than he’d expected. Her hot passage
and tight hold on him had Mac groaning in delight. When their bodies finally
touched, his head fell forward.

Jodi panted, “You okay?”

He couldn’t recall ever having felt better. Her cunt had
been amazing. This was… Mac couldn’t find satisfactory words to convey what
coiled within him. Unmatched heat, the feeling of being trapped yet still in
charge, wanted, maybe even loved.

His heart skipped several beats then pounded too hard at his
errant thoughts. Unnerved, he refused to think, concentrating on pleasure
instead. He worked Jodi until he could glide his shaft in and out of her
easily. It was such a beautiful sight, Mac thrust faster, harder before he’d
meant to. Sweat clung to his forehead and shoulders. As his arousal built to an
impossible level, he leaned down and rubbed her clit.

She jerked slightly and pushed back, her ass smacking into
his groin, burying his cock more deeply inside her.

Mac kissed her back and took charge once more, thrusting his
rod, rubbing her nub, delighting in the savage sounds each of them made.

They peaked together quickly then crashed, lost in the
wondrous moment that belonged to both of them.

* * * * *

Jodi got waxed the following afternoon just as she’d
promised herself and Mac. She couldn’t say it was the worst thing she’d ever
been through but it was right up there with a pelvic exam by her OB-GYN, an old
guy with absolutely no social skills.

Last night at her door, Mac had suggested she wear a skirt
today and no underwear in order to minimize any irritation she might have.

The man knew his stuff.

Not only was she slightly tender down there but incredibly
nude. When she got to the studio, Mac noticed her return immediately. He
clicked off a few more shots then told the models to take ten. Hustling Jodi
into his office, he shut and locked the door, his focus on her vintage-style
skirt. Made of black gauze, it hit midcalf with a lacy flounce at the edge.

“How’d it go?” he asked.

“Good. I didn’t hurt your car at all.” She returned his
keys. Driving his Mercedes was nearly as intimidating as getting waxed.

Mac tossed his keys on the desk, not bothering to look over
as they skidded off the wood and clattered on the floor. “I don’t care about
that. How do you feel? Are you sore?”

“Nope.”

He gave her a look. “Liar. Let me see.”

Despite all they’d done together, Jodi felt shyer with Mac
than she had with the lady who’d removed every intimate hair from her. Weird.
It wasn’t as if he were a stranger. Maybe that was the problem. The closer they
grew the more vulnerable she felt.

Watching him carefully, Jodi eased up her skirt.

Mac kept nodding, possibly in encouragement, then finally he
frowned.

Jodi stopped lifting her skirt. It was barely past her
knees. “What’s wrong?”

“I only gave the models ten,” he whispered. “Not all
afternoon.”

“I know.”

“Does it hurt to move your skirt?”

“No.”

“Good. Let me help.” He bunched the gauzy fabric in his
hand, lifted it to her waist and sank to his knees. “God.”

Jodi clamped her hand on his shoulder for support, afraid to
look down. Her mound felt bigger than her breasts. Never had she been so aware
of it. “Is my skin swollen? Is it bruised?”

“What? No. It’s amazing.” He skimmed the area with his
fingertips.

Jodi’s throat bobbed with her repeated swallows. That part
of her had been sensitive when she was au natural. Without hair separating her
from his touch, his storking generated astonishing sensations. She cupped his
head in her palms and leaned toward him.

Mac kissed her mound. His breath glanced over her skin as he
murmured, “Does that hurt?”

“Not a bit. Don’t—“

“Mac?” Chloe tried to open his door. Failing, she banged her
fist on it. “We’re ready.”

On a loud sigh, he rested his head against Jodi’s belly. She
smoothed his hair and spoke softly. “Are Chloe and Hilary still fighting?”

“No. They’re being painfully civil to each other and bugging
the shit out of the rest of us.”

“Mac!” Chloe pounded the door again.

“Coming,” he yelled. Lifting his face to Jodi, he murmured,
“Take it easy the rest of the day.”

She giggled. “Why? I don’t do any work with my cunt.”

“You will.” He stroked her naked skin. “Tonight.”

* * * * *

A few hours later, Mac called it a day even though it was
still light outside. No one argued with him. Viv, Willow and Nadine hurried out
on their stilettos, smartphones to their ears as they made sudden plans with
their kids, husbands or boyfriends. Hilary and Chloe snuggled close, their last
tiff so forgotten they paused at the door to exchange a lingering kiss.

Mac allowed it for a split second. “See you tomorrow,” he
said, hustling them out the door. After throwing the dead bolt, he turned and
grinned at Jodi.

His hair was finger combed, just as she liked. His mussed
locks, beard-shadowed face and tat made him look wonderfully untamed.

He came to her desk and held out his hand. Readily, Jodi
slid her fingers across his palm. Its warmth, his strong fingers curling around
hers, sent indescribable sensations coursing through every part of her body.
She was barely able to suppress a moan of delight.

Mac brought Jodi to his office and sat her on his lap as he
enjoyed doing when he had something to share.

She turned to him, rather than his computer screen, their
cheeks grazing, lips touching. He smelled fantastic. His breath sweet, his body
muskier now, with just a hint of his fragrance. Running her fingers over his
T-shirt, she purred, “Why are we here instead of on the sofa, the floor, my
desk, the post, the—?“

“None of them have your shots on them.”

Ah. “You’ve already Photoshopped the pictures from last
night?”

“Nope. They’re still raw.”

That didn’t sound good. “Should I see them like that?” She
snuggled into him and licked his lobe, as Krista had done that first night in
his car. Those moments seemed several lifetimes ago. “Is that wise?” she added.
“I could go blind.”