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could always go the other way
    with it.” Mara pointed across the room to the largest of the tables, where a full pitcher of ice water sat sweating on a tray next to an even larger pitcher of pale salmon roses.
    “Oh, I like that idea. Okay, we’ll definitely try that out. What about this ?”
    “You might want to save that for a special occasion.”
    “I’ll take your word for it. So I wonder where all the stuff with batteries and wires is?”
    Mara opened the third drawer, and Delia heard her inhale sharply.
    “Whoa.”
    “I know what that is,” said Daniel, pointing. “And that thing there. I think I know what that is, but I have no idea why it would be here. And I’m not ashamed to admit
    the rest of it just looks scary as hell.”
    Mara laughed, nodding her head. “Yeah, there’s stuff here even I don’t know what it is. I think I saw somebody use one of those in a porno once, and you’re right, it is scary as hell. But you know how to use that , right?”
    “Yep.” He sounded very pleased with himself. “I’ve seen people use that in a whole
    lot of pornos. That’s a classic.”
    Delia was about to explode. And she knew Daniel was probably well aware of that.
    “Looks like this last drawer is all whips and stuff.”
    “Hey, these cute little bottles up here are lubes. Look, they’re labeled and
    everything.” The pixie opened a bottle and took a cautious sniff. “I love this room.”
    Delia whimpered; she couldn’t help it. Not only was she dying to see the
    contraband, they were standing over there talking as though they’d forgotten she
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    existed. She felt like yelling, “Hello, horny person over here. Sex toys are for sharing, you know.”
    But instead she just whimpered, and earned a steely glare complete with raised
    eyebrow from Daniel. It made her wet.
    Or rather, wetter.
    As did the look Mara shot her way, clearly taking in all the exposed parts and
    enjoying everything she saw. It was not a friendly look, it was sultry, and no amount of lying to herself would change that. Between the hot pixie’s come-hither gaze and her Master’s sexy Spock eyebrow, Delia thought she might just burst into flames on the
    spot.
    Her brain registered, in a very quiet and methodical way, that she’d just thought of that guy standing over there as her Master.
    “Mara, will you hand me those cuffs, please? Just the wrists for now. And that
    chain.”
    Delia hadn’t even noticed the big, exposed ceiling beam, but now Daniel was
    standing under it with a determined expression on his face. He rolled up his sleeves as he surveyed it from one direction then the other, then turned to Mara again and took the cuffs she offered.
    “Do you think you could go ask somebody if those eyehooks up there are safe for,
    oh, about your same weight? I’d hate to assume and then find out the hard way they
    were just left over from somebody’s Boston ferns.”
    “Of course, Sir. I’ll be right back.” And off she went, closing the door behind her, while Daniel approached Delia with the cuffs.
    “Left hand up.”
    She dropped her gaze and lifted her wrist, trying not to squirm as he fastened the
    cuff into place and checked the fit carefully before releasing it.
    “Right hand.”
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    Was he going to say anything? Ask her what she thought? Tell her what was in the
    drawers, now that their tour guide was out of the room?
    Apparently not.
    “Stand up and strip.”
    She stood up, but her fingers hesitated over the clasp that secured the neck strap of her halter-top. “Master? Isn’t she coming back? Did you want me to wait until—”
    “I want you to take your clothes off, sub.”
    He was very clear. He was not smiling. He seemed, in fact, sort of pissed off that
    she wasn’t already naked.
    Swallowing hard, Delia unfastened the clasps at her neck and waist, letting the soft fabric fall into her hands and then to the floor as she bared her torso. The zipper to her skirt