Ten minutes before two and she was in the study. He wouldn't accuse her of not being punctual today. Slowly and carefully she removed her clothes, grateful that James had turned the heating up a little. Goosebumps prickled her arms and legs, but from excitement not cold. Taking the play collar from her skirt pocket, she slipped it round her neck.
Perhaps it was psychological, but once the collar was in place, the effect was instant. It made her feel so submissive. She took a deep breath and knelt in the position he had shown her the week before. One part of her couldn't believe she was actually doing this – undressing and positioning herself lewdly for a man she had met only two weeks before; a man who, she had to admit, she didn't know well. But she knew enough to know that she trusted him, and that he both understood her and was concerned for her well-being. So that was enough. For now.
The door opened behind her and his footsteps drew close. He stood behind her and lowered his hands to cup her breasts, testing their weight, his fingers toying with her nipples, pinching and squeezing and twisting them until she gasped. Releasing her, he moved to the sofa opposite and sat down. Leaning back and crossing his legs he surveyed her, his eyes raking over her breasts and belly and vulva, the length of her splayed creamy thighs. The corners of his mouth twitched a little as he observed the flush that coloured her cheeks as he scrutinised her so intimately. Her triangle of pubic hair was light brown with a faint reddish tinge. A pretty colour, but it would have to go.
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