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right there. Just like that.” His eyes looked almost silver now as they swept her with their gaze. A flush moved up Mia’s body. Her nipples tautened into hard buds.
    Chess gave a sigh. “Ah, Ruffles. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
    Mia knew it wasn’t true, but just the same it warmed her inside. Every woman fantasized that some man might find her beautiful, even if the rest of the world didn’t.
    She reminded herself that she was only a toy to Chess. A pretty toy, maybe, but one he’d ultimately tire of and push aside. And that was fine, because she’d learned her lesson about caring too deeply for a Dom. It wasn’t called “play” for nothing.
    Chess patted his thigh. “Come here.”
    Mia went to him and sat, dressed only in the thong. She perched awkwardly on his thigh, unable to get comfortable, unable to relax.
    “Easy.” Chess soothed her, stroking her thigh while he slid his other hand down her back.
    His touch, gentle but sure, comforted her.
    “Better?” he asked after a bit.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Good girl.” He smoothed his fingers up and down her back, up and down. Mia, lulled by the feeling, felt her eyelids droop. She felt almost as though she could drift into sleep.
    He touched the indentations the bones of the corset had left on her pale skin. “Do these hurt?”
    She shook her head. “No, Sir.”
    “So delicate.” He traced the bones of her shoulders and ribs.
    Abruptly his voice lost its wonder and turned serious. “Your safe word is ‘red.’ When you say that, it means all play stops immediately. The scene is over. If you’re nervous, unsure about something, your word is ‘yellow.’ We’ll slow down, discuss it. Do you understand?”
    Mia swallowed hard and nodded.
    “Say it.”
    “Yes, Sir. I understand.”
    “Good.” He pulled open a drawer in the side table and removed something. “I want you to wear this.”
    She hardly had time to examine it before he placed it around her throat. A collar. But no delicate golden chain like Master Philip had given her. It was heavy and nonmetallic. As Chess fastened it around her neck, she lifted her hands to touch it. She stopped, realizing he hadn’t given her permission.
    He nodded. “It’s all right. Go ahead.”
    The collar was made of leather, smooth, no rough edges anywhere. And, as she’d noticed, it had weight. It held her throat snugly, though she could breathe and swallow just fine. Still, she would never be able to forget it was there.
    She looked at Chess.
    “It’s heavy, isn’t it? I wanted it that way. For as long you’re here, I want you to remember whose collar you wear. To whom you belong. Who you serve.”
    At his words and his gaze, Mia began to sink into herself. She experienced the same feeling when Master Philip commanded her. Though the sensation was familiar, she didn’t know what to call it. The rest of the world went soft and fuzzy, and the only thing that mattered was her Master’s voice. His touch. That alone was real.
    Chess gave a gentle rumble of laughter. Did he know how she felt? He lightly ruffled her hair, and his voice sounded as though it came from a great distance. “Have you ever used toys?”
    Toys? Mia couldn’t get his words to connect in her brain.
    He removed his hand and soon pressed something cool against her folds, something that vibrated and buzzed softly.
    Her eyes flew open wide. “What—”
    When she shifted, he moved the object up toward her clitoris, and she folded.
    “Oh. Oh. What is it?”
    “Does it feel good?” He still wore that naughty smile.
    “It, uh, what ahh!”
    “I’ll take that as a yes.” To her disappointment, he pulled the item away. She saw a ball, a little larger than a tennis ball. Instead of the fuzzy covering, it was smooth and white with a pink strip resembling a ribbon around the circumference.
    She blinked at him in confusion. Where had it come from?
    He nodded toward the drawer in the end table beside his chair. “That’s