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say that until the words were spoken.
    “Strip?” She squeaked the words. “As in, take this apology for a dress off? It’s see-through, so why take it off?”
    “Why keep it on? If it’s see–through, then there’s no point in wearing it. It’s not cold in here. And we won’t be doing anything other than looking around, kitten. Here… Arms up.” He took hold of the hem of her dress and began to lift it over her body.
    “We won’t?” Shane lifted her arms obediently and stood still until he removed the dress.
    “No, we won’t.”
    She began to move her arms over her boobs and pussy.
    “Kitten.”
    She stopped instantly and let them drop to her sides.
    “If we were to play tonight,” Ross said as he urged her forward with a none too soft tap to her arse—damned if he didn’t ache to do more than a tap, “then I’d tie your arms behind you. Your body is beautiful, and once we get rid of your pussy hair, it’ll be even more so.” He didn’t give her a chance to argue or protest as he pushed her out of the control room and along the corridor to the nearest stairs.
    “Of course we could take the lift, but I’d rather see you sway as you go down the stairs.”
    She sniggered. “Sway is an understatement. You do know my boobs will ache without any upholstery?”
    “You should have chosen the corset then. Your choice, your suffering. Accept it or red.”
    Shane descended five or six stairs and turned round to look at him. “You’re a sadist.”
    “Of course, and that’s sadist, Sir, to you. Go through the door at the bottom and turn left. You’ll come to the lounge.”
    “Yes, sadist, Sir.”
    Damned if he didn’t want to laugh. Scared stiff, aroused—her pert nipples and the damp hair on her pussy showed that—she still gave him backchat. Good for her. His Shane was one spunky sub.
    My Shane? He thought about it. He damned well hoped so. Ross waited with scarcely concealed impatience as Shane nodded, turned around and continued down the stairs. Next time, he vowed, he’d have her walk up the stairs in front of him, then back down again, just so he got a perfect view of her in all her naked glory. Even thinking about it made his cock twitch.
    Shane disappeared from view and Ross took the remaining stairs two at a time and caught up with her as she entered the lounge and did a slow circle to take everything in. He tried to see it through her eyes. Gray leather settees—easy to wipe down and sanitize—rings on the floor next to some of them, the sort you’d tie a dog to, lots of large soft cushions and plenty of low tables. Apart from the hooks, it was just what you’d see in any lounge.
    “Normal,” Shane said, surprise in her voice. “It could be anywhere. Posh hotel, squash club, anywhere.”
    “What did you expect? This is as vanilla as anywhere outside. Nothing happens in here, except chatting, eating and if you’re not playing, a drink. Except the subs may be half naked, and on a leash. Each to their own. Leashes are not my thing.”
    Shane wandered from the bar to the long, squashy settees, looked at the ring hooks in the floor and shuddered. “Thank goodness for some small mercies then. Now, I guess this is the time to ask you that all important question. Sir, what is your thing?”
    He’d wondered when she was going to broach that subject.

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    The long heard and never understood phrase, ‘a pregnant silence’ suddenly became clear to Shane. Ross studied her as if he’d never seen her before and rolled his shoulders as if to de-knot the muscles. Eventually he beckoned to her.
    “Follow me.” He turned on his bare heel without waiting to see if she obeyed him or not.
    Shane walked after him. Her bare feet slapped on the floor, just as Ross’ had and she was glad the surface looked spotless. Unfortunately she could see her reflection in the polished surface and watch her boobs and arse jiggle as she walked. Sleek and svelte she wasn’t. However, as