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she had only ever seen in the movies.
    The questions never stopped for her, and soon Tosh heard a door open and the shuffling of footsteps muffled from a pair of comfy slippers. Was it the dragging steps of an executioner or the calling of a lover? Holding her breath, she waited as his steps grew closer, heightening the anticipation. Tosh struggled with herself over her rising heartbeat and her frustration. This should not be tormenting her so. She was a strong independent woman and not one to take commands from any man...no matter how enjoyable they could be.
    Silence beyond the door and a tapping at the door announced her new employer. Almost floating, the door opened with serenity and there he stood, haloed with the early morning light, leaning against the doorframe with legs and arms crossed. Broad shoulders hidden under a black terry robe cinched at his narrow waist. What little of his chest left exposed from the open collar of his robe was dusted with black curls and revealed enough skin to tell her there was nothing else. His legs were otherwise draped in black silk pajama bottoms. Steam coiled up from his plain coffee mug, giving his look the finishing touch of a bachelor.
    "Did you have a good night’s sleep?" His deep voice awakened the hair on the back of her neck.
    Fighting to shake away the thrilling attraction she had for him, Tosh tried to compose herself. This was a job, not a dating opportunity...and judging from his appetite—that she’d gotten a glimpse of last night—a committed relationship was the least of his interests.
    "Yes, thank you."
    "Why you chose to sleep downstairs in one of those cells is beyond me. The mattresses are not good for the back and the rooms are depressing. Tab calls the décor Medieval with a touch of asylum.” He turned his head to give the room a once-over. "Perhaps you have changed your mind now?" A smile played at the corner of his mouth.
    "I’m quite comfortable, thank you. If you don’t like how they look, then why don’t you change them yourself?” Had she had enough courage to look him in the eye, she might have seen a snicker on his lips.
    Fighting to pull her eyes from his exposed chest, she rolled her shoulders back only to be reminded of her nearly undressed state. The ill fitted corset let her chest slip out a bit more, and she quickly moved to cover her now exposed breasts. This was far out of her comfort zone, and she hoped there would be no more floors to buff.
    Pushing away from the doorframe, Richard was reminded why he insisted on these ridiculous costumes for her. Perhaps this was asking too much, but until she submitted fully to him, he had to be strict in her introduction. Soon she would discover her natural flow in king play. However, he couldn't let his new "maid" walk around his apartment with her breasts falling out when anyone could come by. That was a privilege he was going to insist was only for chosen company. For now, he would get to enjoy the task of dressing her delicious body.
    Crossing to her, he couldn't ignore how her shoulders stiffened and her body was in defense when he came close. Biting the corner of her lower lip, she was the perfect combination of adorable and irresistible. His lioness was feeling a bit vulnerable this morning. Perhaps this really was all in the timing?
    "What are you doing?" Her voice broke and her eyes widened as he approached her.
    He ran a finger from her collarbone, over the rise of her breasts, over and under perfect round and bountiful breasts. Cupping her creamy soft flesh, his morning wood was now a sequoia, and he had no hope of finding release until he could put her at ease. Training a new submissive was never simple, but this was going to be a long and painful process.
    "Merely trying to help keep you clothed before you start your day at work." He folded her breasts back into the corset and with a turn of his finger he signaled her to turn around, but she only blinked at him. "Though I’d much prefer