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tingle in her pussy and clit. Damned if she wouldn’t be dampening the stuff if she wasn’t careful. And wet red showed up so clearly.
    “Ah…” Shane bet her face was the color of the material she’d intended to keep hidden until she was ready to reveal it.
     
    “Ah’?” Ross asked her. “As in ah-tishoo? Ah-titchoke? Or, ah, well it’s like this?”
    “The latter. The joggers really did fall off me.”
    Ross nodded, that was why he’d left that particular set for her to use. He chose not to mention a short, to the point email he’d had from her brothers. Something along the lines of mess her up you’re dead, help her and you’re not. He’d thought the red dress was worth a try, and he’d bet she was stunning in it.
    “So why the dressing gown? Don’t you like the dress?” There was no point in skirting the issue.
    “I love it, but there’s not much of it, and well, it’s one thing putting it on and pretending it’s my nightie—another prancing around in it and B all else.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not much of an exhibitionist. Never was.”
    You will be with me. Ross lovedbeing able to show how fantastic his sub was. One of his preferred methods of making a sub fly was either by Shibari and rigging, or with a crop or flogger, and showing how she did so to whoever was around in the club. If Shane only wanted to play in private, he’d go for it, but a big chunk of who he was would be missing.
    Hold on, she’s not even admitted she’s a sub, let alone said she’d sub for you or what her preferences were. It was all hypothetical, remember. All he recollected she’d admitted to was the statement she didn’t do pain, which was a pity. However, hopefully he could show her there was pain, and there was pleasure in pain. If she let him.
    “We’ll see,” Ross said, noncommittally. “Mind you, it’s warm in here, and there’s only me to see you.” He tugged at the messy knot in the gown’s sash. “So there’s no need to cover up.”
    To his delight she let him undo the sash, and draw the sides of the robe apart. The red silk hugged her breasts like a lover and skimmed across her belly, emphasizing her feminine curves and the shape of her pussy, to end mid-thigh. Ross didn’t try to hide himself moving his cock away from the zip teeth of his jeans. “Stand up and let me look, kitten, please.” He couched it so they had a starting point to go on from afterwards.
    Shane touched her nose before she slowly stood up, without letting go of the sleeves of the dressing gown.
    “Drop it, kitten.” He did inject a note of command then, and Shane blinked before she unclenched her fingers from the cuffs of the material and let it fall to the seat of the settee.
    She lowered her eyes and crossed her arms over her boobs. “I feel naked. And I’m not doing anything until I’ve spoken to Jess.”
    Does she think that if she says that often enough we’ll both believe it?
    “Uncross your arms. You look beautiful, and nowhere near naked, kitten. That can come later.”
    Shane shook her head and didn’t move her arms. “I don’t do naked, I told you. This is almost as bad. It’s practically see-through. You can make out all of me through it.”
    Ross took hold of her arms and placed them by her sides. “Rubbish, though I see a hint of hair that needs removing.”
    “Ross.” Shane squeaked the word and blushed the color of her dress. Her arms moved.
    “Keep them there.”
    “R…o…ss. Sir.” She might sound embarrassed, but her nipples were still hard against the material and she pressed her thighs together.
    “I like my pussy naked,” he said. “No clothes, no pussy hair. You’ll do it one day. Or I can do it for you.”
    She shook her head. “Oh, blimey, Ross, don’t get your hopes up. Ah, how embarrassing, talking about my muff. Sheesh. Seriously, I might not get any further than this. This is a biggie for me. It’s been long skirts and oversized baggy jumpers these last few