PrimeDefender by Ann Jacobs Read Free Book Online

wrinkled his nose. “I like being able to
ogle your shape, and I can’t do it if you cover it up in a tent. I want to see
you wearing tight jeans and tops that cling to your gorgeous curves.”
    “I bet you do.” Her curves weren’t all that
gorgeous yet, but they would be once she hit that magic number. She was already
considering having plastic surgery to get rid of skin that hadn’t contracted
sufficiently as she lost weight, something she wouldn’t do until she took back
the reins in their relationship because she had a feeling her Master would say
no. Grabbing the smallest jeans off the rack and scooping up a magenta
turtleneck sweater, she headed for the dressing room. “You coming?”
    “Oh yeah.”
    Twenty minutes later Keisha made what she
figured would be her final purchase from the store that catered to plus-size
women. She had trouble believing how much she’d shrunk since last spring when
she’d had the surgery. She kind of missed the bulk. It had been a statement
about her power as a Domme as much as anything. But she didn’t miss the
shortness of breath or the constant feelings of lethargy.
    She started to lift the bulging sacks, but
Matt stopped her.
    “Give me those. They look way too heavy for
such a skinny girl to carry.” His teasing grin made her smile back at him.
“We’re off to Rebels’ Roost.”
    * * * * *
    Dungeon night. It had a special meaning to
her. To Matt, too, she realized as she took in his thoughtful expression. God
but she loved him, even if he had taken control and forced her to do what she’d
known deep down that she had to. Soft, sensual music flowed over them as they
descended the stairs to the main dungeon at Rebels’ Roost.
    “Sid must be tying Talia up again tonight,”
Matt commented as they stepped into the main dungeon.
    Keisha smiled up at him, loving the dark,
dangerous look of him in the dimly lit room then looking around to see that
Matt was right. Diminutive receiver, Sid Cassidy, was spotlighted as he
suspended his tiny, blonde slave above the center stage in an elaborate pattern
of Japanese rope bondage.
    When Matt put his hand at Keisha’s back,
she moved with him toward the dressing rooms, liking the closeness he seemed
determined to foster between them—gentle Master and reluctant slave though they
might be.
     
    Keisha stripped quickly and changed into a
leopard-patterned bodysuit with convenient cutouts in all the appropriate
places. Even a month ago, the last time they’d come here, she couldn’t have
stuffed herself into this outfit Matt had bought her while he’d been on a road
trip to Orlando at the beginning of the season. When she glanced in the mirror,
she grinned. It fits fine now. I look downright hot if I say so myself. She shoved her feet into stilettos then tweaked her nipples so they stood out.
    Matt will like me this way. With a growing sense of self-confidence she sauntered out into the
main dungeon. When she saw him it was all she could do to keep her tongue in
her mouth. Her man was beyond hot. Masterful. The black, leather body harness
he had on reminded her of the old days when she used to rig him up in another
type of harness and hitch him to the pony cart for a ride.
    But he didn’t look like a slave now. No,
she was the slave and she’d do well to remember it, until she took off this
last forty pounds. Dropping to her knees, she crawled to him, excitement
coursing through her body when he reached down and pulled her up and into his
arms.
    A dozen pairs of eyes bored into her as
players paused in their own games to check them out. Spotlights swirled around
the room, red and yellow and green, as her Master led her to the darkened stage
at the right of Sid and Talia. Keisha froze for a minute, unused to having so
much attention focused on her as the submissive partner in their play.
    “Come on, my precious slave.” Matt spoke
softly yet with an authority she couldn’t deny. “Show our friends you’re not
afraid to