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“I know you’re not a doormat, Ruffles. You proved that last night. So what you just told me is a lie.”
    Mia’s face flamed, but she stubbornly refused to acknowledge his words.
    His voice sliced the air. “ Why did you lie ?” A moment later he grew quiet.
    “Are you afraid you’ll disappoint me?”
    Her silence was his answer.
    “The only way you’ll disappoint me is by not being truthful.” He let that sink in. “I know that Philip introduced you to the scene. He was your first Dom. It’s normal to have reservations and some nerves when playing with a new partner. Look at me.”
    When she obeyed, he went on. “I know it’s silly to say ‘Don’t be nervous.’ But believe me, Ruffles, no man in his right mind could ever be disappointed in you.” Her gaze held his and an expression of doubt flitted across her face. Did she really not know how appealing she was? The word delectable popped into his head. As delicious as cake, whipped cream, and strawberry jam.
    He could look at her all day, but now was not the time to get sidetracked. “So let’s try it this way. I’ll ask questions and you give me the answers. How do you feel about spanking?”
    “I…” Her throat moved as she swallowed hard. “All right.”
    “Uh-huh. And bondage?”
    This time she answered more quickly. “Yes.”
    “And sex? If I top you, I’m going to make you come. Just like I did last night. It doesn’t mean we have to fuck, but—”
    She spoke before he could finish. “Yes.”
    Her assent left him light-headed with relief, and he realized how disappointed he’d have been if she said no.
    “Yes to touching and other things…but no intercourse.” Her brown eyes pinned him. Her voice was firm.
    And suddenly Chess’s elation fell flat. Fucking had never been an especially important part of play for him, but now he couldn’t imagine playing with Mia and not finishing inside her. It was like being served a succulent piece of steak and not being allowed to taste it.
    But he would not allow his letdown show. Instead, he kept his voice light and easy. “See? How hard is it to be honest?”

Chapter Eight
    “Very well,” Master Chess said. “Let’s get started.”
    Mia’s pulse thumped in her ears. Why she was so jittery? She wasn’t a complete novice at this, after all.
    He gestured with his finger. “On your feet, sub.”
    Taking a deep breath, she rose to from her knees, trying to be graceful. Chess sat with his legs comfortably stretched out. He pulled a remote control from the side table drawer, pressed a button, and music began to play. Philip enjoyed classical music and opera, but Chess preferred soft jazz.
    She stood with her head lowered, hands clasped behind her back in the proper submissive position.
    “Look at me.” His voice was soft.
    When she obeyed, Mia saw that his lips were fuller and his eyelids were at half-mast. “Take off your clothes.”
    Her hand went to the button on her jeans, but he said, “No. Your top first.”
    There was no way to pull a T-shirt over one’s head gracefully. She should have thought about that earlier. Once she had her top off, his eyes widened at what she wore underneath. A red brocade corset covered with black lace.
    “You’ve had that on the whole time?”
    He didn’t like it? “Y-yes, Sir,” she stammered, the shirt dangling foolishly from her hand.
    “Didn’t I tell you to dress casually today?”
    “Yes, Sir.” In a nervous gesture she raised her free hand to smooth her hair.
    “Stop that.”
    Instantly her arms were at her side.
    His lips had tightened into a flat line. “Do you normally walk around with a corset under your clothes?”
    Was she already messing up? “No, Sir.”
    “I didn’t think so. You can’t tell me it’s comfortable.” At her confused silence he demanded, “Well, is it?”
    “Not—not really, Sir. But—”
    “What?”
    “I thought you’d like it. Sir.” Irritation shot through her, and it took real effort to keep