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eyes widen as I go to pick up scissors on the rack. I snip them twice in the air. “Four.”
    She chews her lip again, probably wondering if I’ll actually do it. “No.”
    “Three.”
    “Two.” I step closer, right up against her. “I’m not fucking around, babe.”
    She shivers, but doesn’t say anything.
    “One.” I slide the lower blade underneath her right side dress strap.
    “You won’t dare. No way.”
    Snip.
    The strap falls in two halves, one down her back, the other onto her breast. I haven’t cut her bra strap, at least not yet, but even just the sight of her dress hanging halfway off her is sexy as hell.
    She looks at me with big eyes, as if she can’t quite believe I actually did it. “That’s one of my favorite dresses.”
    Fuck it. I’ll buy her three new ones. “Was.”
    Snip.
    The other strap goes and the dress catches on her breasts, the only thing that keeps it from sliding all the way off. I give it a tug, and the pretty blue fabric pools around her shoes. Fuck, she looks hot. So vulnerable, but the way she keeps her chin raised, the set of her jaw. She’s not done fighting me, and I love that.
    “Your bra.”
    She draws a sharp breath. “My bra?” Her voice has lost a bit of its sting. I’m pushing new boundaries, but she can take it. Her nervous glances at the curious crowd around us aren’t lost on me, though.
    I whisper in her ear so only she can hear me. “You can always use a safeword, but you can do this. And you’ll love it.”
    She shudders at my words and her blush deepens. Goddamn, I’m gonna keep her blushing through the whole scene if I can. Looking straight ahead, past the crowd, she answers loud enough for them to hear. “No.”
    Just a simple word, but hearing it from her makes me so damn hard. Her undies are pale blue, embroidered and lacy. Delicate and sexy as hell, and part of me doesn’t want to ruin them. Only a small part, though, ‘cause the rest of me wants to cut them off her, watch them fall away.
    It’s a snug fit for the scissors under her bra strap, just above the shoulder. “You know I mean it.”
    Her breath comes faster. She wets her lips. She looks terrified, but there’s no safeword, only silent denial.
    Snip.
    One down, one to go. “You’re so fucking beautiful. It’s a shame to hide that body away.”
    Snip.
    Her large breasts sag just a little once the only support left is the back strap. I could undo the hooks, but the bra’s ruined anyway. The scissors are more fun.
    Snip.
    She tenses as the lacy silk falls to the floor, revealing those gorgeous tits. Full and firm, and topped by two tight nipples that look about as hard as my cock. I want to palm them, squeeze them, take them in my mouth, but I won’t. It’s just a scene, though my so-called professionalism is fading quickly. She makes me want to do all the things I promised myself I wouldn’t.
    “Should I even bother to ask if you’re going to take off your panties for me?”
    Chewing her lip. Love it. She draws a deep breath, the slow rise and fall of her breasts hypnotic. Her voice is quiet. “You’d be wasting your breath.”
    “Thought so.”
    Snip. Snip.
    I’d draw it out further, but fuck, I wanna see her. For her to be seen. She’s so wet that the tiny garment clings to her even after I’ve cut the sides. Then it falls, reluctantly, and she’s bare. So fucking beautiful.
    “Spread your legs. Shoulder width.” I put all the steel and command I can into my voice, but she resists. Perfect.
    I want to run, I’m so eager, but I force myself to walk calmly to the rack. Scissors down, riding crop up. A test swing, a swish through the air just behind her so I’m sure she’s heard it. She jumps at the sound.
    I move behind her and touch the flexible end, the keeper, to her ankle and slide it up slowly, teasing her skin the whole way. Goosebumps rise and a shiver runs through her. “You will spread your legs.”
    “Make me.” She’s defiant but her voice