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smile.
    Jaime leaned in, resting her forehead on his bare stomach.
She could feel him breathing. Her own breaths came quickly. She grasped the
belt lightly with her teeth and pulled. Nothing happened. His stomach vibrated
with laughter. “No mocking!” she scolded, though she was laughing herself. “Let
me try again.” She pulled on the braided leather, bracing herself with both
hands on his ass. This time it slid free. With her tongue, she worked at the
belt buckle but dissolved into laughter. “Okay, okay, I’m a failure at this!”
    “Not entirely,” he murmured. She was about to admonish him
for speaking when he pressed his erection into her face.
    Jaime laughed again. “Okay, mission accomplished.” She undid
the rest of the belt with lithe fingers, then unzipped the jeans and slid them
down to the floor. She hadn’t bothered to buy him any underwear, since he
hadn’t worn any when they first met. She was still on her knees, so she leaned
in and placed a small kiss on the tip of his penis, a promise of what was to
come.
    Then she stood and marched him to the bed. “Lie down,
please.” James, I don’t think you’re supposed to say please. A dominatrix,
you’ll never be.
    He lay, completely naked. She stopped to study him as if he
were a subject she was about to paint. His body was as beautiful as she
remembered from the night before, and it glistened slightly with sweat. It had
to be from desire rather than heat—she saw goose bumps on his arms under the
tattoos and down his un-inked legs. She studied the tattoos again. They made
her think of all the artist boys she’d had crushes on in university. Now she
finally had one of her own.
    His hair still had that long, anachronistic cut that she
loved—something that didn’t change with his clothes. Dark curls spread out
behind him on the silk pillowcase. Jaime had bought new bed sheets in her
favorite colors—an art deco print in salmon, deep mauve, and light gray.
    His cock stood upright, olive skin surrounded at the base with
more of those gorgeous dark curls. The tip of it was darker, nearly purple like
a deep wine. It glistened with pre-cum.
    “Are you sure you’re okay with this? Me being in charge?”
Jaime asked Dionysus shyly.
    “Trust me, love, women have done far worse to me.” His full
lips twitched into a grin.
    She blushed, wondering if she wanted to know. Part of her
wanted to ask him to tie her up and tell her every naughty thing he’d
ever done, her own Thousand and One Nights of pleasure stories. Another
part of her didn’t want to think of him with any other women. Ever.
    Probably not the best thoughts to have about the god of
orgies, the god who could release the inhibitions of dozens of women at once.
    But for tonight, he was hers entirely. Hers alone. And she
intended to savor it.
    She leaned forward and softly brushed his mouth with her
own.
    After the clothes shopping, she had stood outside the sex
toy store for a long time, embarrassed and hesitant, before rustling up her
courage to enter. A bag on the floor beside her was filled with her purchases—a
silk blindfold and pair of pink fur-lined handcuffs. The woman in the store had
introduced herself as Carol and helped Jaime pick out beginner-level toys.
She’d had a kind smile and at least ten piercings in her ears and eyebrows.
Jaime had liked her immediately.
    The other bag held a fresh set of student-quality watercolor
paints and brushes. While Jaime was used to oils, they wouldn’t work on the
human body as nicely. And she planned to paint him—literally.
    Her final purchase, the lingerie, she hadn’t shown to the
god on the bed yet. Jaime was clad in that same silk robe she’d worn the night
they first met, and didn’t plan to take it off until he was securely tied.
    “Ready or not?” she said. She pulled the cuffs out of the bag
at her feet.
    His expression darkened.
    “What’s the matter?” she asked. She furrowed her brow and
looked at the handcuffs. They