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muscles of his arms, thrilling in the hard-packed strength under her fingertips. One of
his hands drifted lower, caressing her lower cheeks. Her stomach fluttered in response.
His lips moved from her mouth to her hair, nuzzling along to find her ear. Will my
slave wear my leash? he murmured in her ear.
Oh, yes, she replied. If wearing your leash leads to kisses like this, I will not fret
about a length of chain. She turned her head and he possessed her mouth again.
For several moments they hung suspended in time, each of them aware only of the
other. Their souls touched and when they at last withdrew, their eyes twinkled with
happiness.
Come with me, my slave, he told her, his eyes bright with mischief. Catching the
leash in his hand, he stepped around her, leading her by the chain connected to her
collar.
The glint of mischief caught her curiosity and she went willingly. Did he really
intend to take her outside dressed in nothing but her cuffs?
It seemed he did. Through the rooms they went to the back of the kitchen. He
opened the door and a breeze wafted in, smelling of sunshine and warmth. She thought
how ironic it was that she had been to his cottage several times now and had never even
looked out the back door. Well, it wasn t as if her mind and her body hadn t been
occupied elsewhere. Now she saw that a small deck formed an unroofed porch at the
back entrance to the house. He stepped through the door and her chain went taut as she
halted.
Yes, his house was out in the woods. Yes, she had gotten used to walking around
inside completely naked. But outside? He gave a small tug and she took a step forward,
pausing again on the doorsill.
Phillip watched her as she cautiously poked her head out of the door, her arms
covering herself one across her breasts and one covering her mound. She probably
wasn t even aware that she was doing it. He gave her time he wanted to push her
limits, but only if she wanted them pushed. Some Masters didn t care about their slave s
feelings; he d seen several examples of that in his time indeed, when he first started,
he had made similar mistakes.
But he was older now and had learned a great deal. He also knew that this slave
was different from any other he had played with. This one had captured his heart. The
others came and went and he let them go. Sarah had touched something deep inside
him; he hoped she would decide to stay for a very long time.
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Had Sarah looked at him, she would have seen the tenderness in his eyes as he
watched her. But she was so caught up in her own sense of modesty and propriety, that
she missed the softening of his gaze as it fell on her.
There is no one here but us, he reassured her. I own 80 acres of land and the
cottage sits in the middle of it. He gave an encouraging tug on her leash.
Tentatively she took a step forward, then another. The door closed behind her and
she jumped as it slammed. He grinned an apology. Gotta get that fixed one of these
days. He looked at her, standing stricken like a deer caught in the headlights. Put
your hands down, slave.
She looked down when had she covered herself? With an effort, she lowered the
hand from her bosom, then the hand that covered her mound. Swallowing hard, she
willed them down to her sides, then looked at him, feeling more vulnerable than ever.
Walk now, around the edge of the deck.
With a width of ten feet and a length about the same, it was a short walk. He stood
in the center and rotated as she tiptoed around the edge, letting her hand run along the
railing to keep it from the urge to cover any part of her. Biting her lip, she kept glancing
nervously toward the woods whose border wasn t very far away. She came back to her
starting point and stopped.
What are you feeling, slave?
She looked quickly up at him what did he mean? His concern for her shone in his
face and her look softened. Sir? she asked.
What are you feeling? I have put a leash on you, pulled you out into a much more
public place than you have been, and you re naked. What are you feeling?
He wanted honesty she d learned that lesson before. Problem was, she had been
concentrating on actually being out here and hadn t let herself feel anything. Taking a
deep breath to relax a bit, she thought out loud.
First of all, I m all right, Sir. I m a little nervous and scared, but you re here and I
trust you and that you won t let anything come out of the woods and hurt me or
worse, see me. She grinned as she realized what she had said. Yes, it s true, right now
I m just worried that someone will drive up the drive or come out of the woods and see
me naked.
And you don t want others to see you naked?
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