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dinner.
    “I’m glad it wasn’t too much for you last
night,” he said as he arranged the containers on the table.
    “Are you kidding?” She smiled at him as she
set a bottle of white wine, along with two wine glasses, on the
table. “It was amazing.”
    “I had plans to take it really slow with
you,” he said. “But it didn’t quite work out that way.”
    She put her hand on his arm. “Don’t hold back
and do what excites you. I would love that.”
    With one hand, he reached for her face and
pushed strands of her hair behind her ear. “I don’t want things to
move too fast for you and frighten you away.”
    “I’ve researched so much, watched movies,
looked at pictures on this for the last eleven years,” she said. “I
have pictured myself doing so many things but I have never found
the right person I could actually experience them with. Last night
was just amazing. You won’t frighten me away. I trust you. So
please, I want you to do what excites you. I want to see that
excitement in your eyes when you have me where you want me.”
    His dark eyes seemed to grow more intense.
“You’d better be careful of what you ask for.”
    She gave him a teasing look. “So, Master
Zach, are you afraid of me?”
    Zach put his head back, looked up at the
ceiling, and laughed. When he looked back at her, he said, “You’re
pushing me, are you? It actually excites me to hear you talk like
this. You have just changed my plan for the evening.”
    She smiled but before she could sit, he said,
“I want you to take off your cardigan and blouse.”
    She paused, her hand on the dining room
chair. “You want me to eat in my bra?”
    “No.” He gave a dangerously sexy smile. “I
want you to take off your bra, too.” Shivers ran through her whole
body at the thought. When she hesitated, he said, “Now,
Christy.”
    He watched as she slipped off her cardigan
and draped it over the back of a chair. The hungry look in his eyes
told her that he was enjoying seeing her remove her clothing.
    She met his gaze as she unbuttoned her blouse
and put it aside with the cardigan. She reached behind her and
unfastened her lacy bra and laid it on top of the blouse. Heat
burned through her as she stood before him.
    “Take off your slacks,” he said. She took one
look at his hard expression and hurried to slip out of her slacks,
leaving her in panties, stockings, and heels.
    When she put her hand on the back of her
chair, he shook his head. “Not yet.”
    He had something in his hand. When he opened
it on his palm was a pair of dangly things made of tiny silver
bells that looked like earrings but with loops on one end.
    “These are nipple nooses.” He held one up.
“You’re going to wear them tonight.”
    She held her hands to her breasts. “My
nipples are still sore.”
    “Christy,” he said in a warning tone. “Come
here.”
    She went to him and sucked in her breath
while he pinched one nipple then slid one of the nooses over it.
“That wasn’t so bad,” she said and then he tightened the noose so
that she caught her breath. That will teach me to say something
like that out loud.
    The nipple ached now, but then it became a
more pleasant ache than the nipple clamps had caused. He put the
other noose on her opposite nipple and she winced when he tightened
it.
    “Let’s have a seat.” He pulled back her chair
and then she sat, the little bells ringing as she moved. He took
his own seat and looked at her with fire in his eyes. “Eat.”
    It felt naughty and unbelievably erotic to be
sitting at the table and eating dinner without anything on but her
panties and stockings and black high heel shoes while he remained
in his suit. He didn’t even take off his jacket, which seemed to
separate them even more. He was the Dom. She was the sub, and she
had to be kept in her place.
    He raised his wine glass then rubbed it over
each of her nipples, the cold making them feel even tighter.
    When they were finished with dinner