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and three months later they were married. That was when he gave her the pearls.
    It was a long string of fresh-water pearls, white as shark’s teeth and beautifully luminous. She wore the necklace, and nothing else, for him their first night together. She modelled it for him, slightly embarrassed by the fact that it hung down past her pussy. No matter how she wore the pearls, in one long loop, or wrapped several times around her neck so they fell over her pert and equally creamy breasts, she always felt more naked with them than without them. And at first, when he gave them to her at the restaurant, she had thought he was joking about the consequences of wearing them with clothes.
    â€˜What?’ she had laughed at his warning. ‘Oh, really? What would you do to me if I put them on right here?’
    â€˜There’s only one way to find out, my dear,’ he replied, smiling at her over his wine.
    And so she did, she lifted the heavy necklace out of its box, in which it rested in luminous spirals against the crimson velvet lining, and slipped it on over her head. The pearls felt wonderfully cool against the bare skin of her neck and chest, and even then, dressed in an elegant black dress in a crowded restaurant, they made her feel so sensual she may as well have been naked.
    Andrew’s stare was penetratingly intense. ‘Tonight, my dear,’ he warned quietly, ‘you’ll find out.’
    Meeting his eyes, she felt a tremor of fear in her belly mingled with excitement. Sex with Andrew McAllister had always been functional, competent; he got her off, but there was no... well, there was no danger involved. She never felt like she might lose control of herself when he touched her. But in the restaurant that night, a long string of pearls around her throat and his hand caressing her arm, and then her thigh beneath the table, she suddenly suffered the feeling of being owned, and she liked it.
    When they got home later, the second she crossed the threshold of their large, five-bedroom house, she heard his voice just behind her say, ‘Take everything off, my dear.’
    She glanced back at him. ‘I’m sorry?’
    â€˜Strip.’
    The front door was open and a cold breeze was blowing into the house. ‘Let’s get to the bedroom first,’ she said.
    â€˜I said, strip.’
    â€˜But Andrew...’
    â€˜You accepted the terms when you accepted my gift. If you do not wish to honour our agreement, I will be perfectly happy to dissolve our union.’
    â€˜Andrew...’ She told herself he was joking even though part of her knew he wasn’t.
    â€˜Do you keep your word?’ he asked coldly.
    â€˜Andrew, I’m sorry, but...’
    â€˜Are you a woman of your word?’
    She felt the beginnings of a sweet submissiveness that made her knees feel strangely weak; she had never experienced anything like this before.
    â€˜Do you want to live in this house, Penelope?’
    â€˜Yes,’ she answered quietly.
    â€˜Then strip right here in the doorway.’
    As he stood there in his black coat, hopefully blocking the view for anyone who happened to pass by on the pavement, she pulled her little black dress up over her head.
    â€˜Everything,’ he insisted quietly.
    She reached behind her, and unhooked her bra. She hesitated then, but his expression gave her the impetus she needed to slip it off, leaving her only in her pink cotton panties and her black garter belt and stockings.
    â€˜The rest,’ he said relentlessly.
    She could sense there was no arguing with him as the pink buds of her nipples stiffened in the cold, and yet she still hesitated.
    â€˜Your arse, Penny.’
    She blushed; she hated to hear him use such language. Nevertheless, she pushed her panties down her thighs, and the pearls hung heavily from her neck as she bent over to step out of them. Then she was standing in the doorway wearing just her garter belt and stockings, facing