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her obedience, those eyes of his held such warmth, such kindness. She’d not realized how much her life needed those two things until the night she’d agreed to let her friend Cam set her up to meet a friend. Cam knew what kind of man Erica was after, and when she’d first laid eyes on those deep browns, saw the playfulness, the caring, she thought maybe Cam had known more than she’d let on.
    “You’ll have to get used to that.” He winked at her. “I don’t know where she is half the time, either.”
    Erica smiled. “Yes, Sir.”
    It wasn’t that she didn’t want to see Kathryn — quite the opposite, really. Nevertheless, she was a lot to take in, a trial to be sure — and Erica wanted to be ready for her. She was attracted to the cold beauty of her Mistress, like a supplicant to a cruel Goddess. She craved kneeling at her feet, wringing whatever kindness she could from the smallest of gestures from the aloof woman. Those kindnesses gave Erica pure joy — perhaps because such things from her Mistress were so very rare.
    Truth was sometimes hard for Erica to come to grips with, and in this case, she knew she craved more than those fleeting kindnesses from her Mistress. No, she needed the other part of her, needed that darkness, that willingness to revel in Erica’s pain, her humiliation. It was only with Kathryn, did Erica realize fully what she was, what she’d been all along but hadn’t the words to describe it.
    Blaine’s hand reached out, molding itself around her ribcage, stroking the fabric of her blouse. His touch sent ticklish electricity through her skin. “You do remember that night, don’t you?”
    “Every second, Sir.”
    “Then you know what I want you to do, don’t you?”
    She shot a glance at Blaine. “Now?”
    Lips tight and jaw firm, he nodded slowly, light dancing in his eyes.
    She unbuttoned the blouse quickly, keeping her eyes on the task, not trusting her trembling fingers to complete the job without direct supervision.
    His hand patted her ass, and he walked away. She turned toward him, slipping the last button and pulling the blouse from her slacks.
    “No, turn back around.”
    “Blaine—”
    He glared at her, his jaw clenched.
    “Sorry. It’s just that … they’ll see.”
    “And what if they do, Erica?”
    She inhaled, her breath shaky. “I don’t … know.”
    “That’s something else you’d better get used to, girl. If you really want to do this, be mine, this body is going to be on display. A lot.”
    He was at her back once more, his lips touching her cheek, kissing the smooth flesh at the join of shoulder and neck. “Yes, I think you’ll have some adjusting to do won’t you?”
    “Yes, Sir.” Her hands clutched both sides of the blouse. She was grateful for something to hold on to her fingers trembled so much.
    His arm reached around her, the warm hand sliding up her belly. Fingers worked at her bra, releasing the front clasp in moments, the lace falling away to let cool air caress her breasts. “How will you react when we make you walk down a city street in a skin tight shirt but no bra? Your hard nipples on display for all to see?”
    Clutching them both in his big hands, he squeezed her breasts firmly. “I think we’ll make you wear some nice tall heels too. Get those hips rolling and these tits bouncing.”
    She dropped her eyes as her deep blush traveled down her neck, the flushing evident even on the slopes of the breasts still gripped in his big hands.
    “I love your reactions,” he murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. “You can’t hide anything from me, you know.”
    “Yes, Sir.” She didn’t want to hide anything from him — ever. She only hoped it would be enough, her submission the key that would unlock his heart to her.
    He spun her around, forcing her chest against the window. His hands pulled the blouse and loose bra out to the sides and she gasped as her breasts made contact with the cold glass.
    “Don’t you dare