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seemed hard to undo, until she realized it was just her hands shaking. She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and let the leather slide down to join the shirt with a quiet flump . She stepped out of it automatically then stood waiting to see what would happen next.
    Unable to ever let clothes remain where they fell, Daniel quickly scooped up the
    two pieces and arranged them over the back of a chair. It occurred to Delia that he
    should probably be making her do that. A real Dom would make her do that.
    Then he pushed a finger through the loop on her collar, tugged her close enough for
    a hard, fast kiss, and was away again before she could even bring her hands up to
    embrace him. Not another word, completely ignoring her while he arranged the chains
    and perused the items in the drawers some more. She was still standing there, clad only in the collar and wrist cuffs, when the door opened and Mara the pixie came back in the room.
    She walked right past Delia as if she were part of the furniture. Stood next to Daniel with her head lowered and her hands clasped behind her back. Just waiting for him to acknowledge her.
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    “Yes?” Daniel asked impatiently. He didn’t even spare a glance at the woman.
    “Sir, Dru said the rings are safe up to three hundred pounds, but as the equipment
    is new to you, she requires that I stay to assist. Or if you would prefer somebody else, I can get one of the dungeon monitors.”
    “No,” he said just a fraction too quickly. “You’ll do fine. You can help me figure out how to rig this chain, for starters.”
    “Yes, Master Daniel. There’s actually a pole for that.” Mara stepped quickly to a
    shadowed corner of the room and returned with a long black pole sporting a funny
    hook on the end. Perfect for attaching clips to eyehooks at a distance. He took it and gave it a little toss, catching it in the other hand.
    “Awesome.”
    Within what seemed like seconds, he had arranged a carabiner a third of the way
    up the light chain’s length, and snapped it into place on the ceiling hook.
    “Bring me those other two clips,” he snapped, and Mara placed them in his hand
    almost before the words left his mouth.
    And something turned in Delia’s chest, sliding down into her stomach to lodge
    itself there, a thumping, uncertain heat. Because something critical had changed over the past few minutes, and it had finally identified itself loud and clear as she watched her husband—her shiny, new, made-to-order Master—interact with this other
    submissive.
    Daniel wasn’t acting, Delia realized. He wasn’t glancing over to her for
    confirmation that he was getting it right. This, what he was doing, wasn’t for Delia’s benefit. It was what he wanted.
    This isn’t just about me anymore.
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    Mara had been inclined to dismiss the couple from the start. From about the time
    Dru indicated they were married, her first thought had been that they were lookie-loo types, playing around to be edgy because it was hip and daring. They would act cool
    and reveal their ignorance in painful ways, most likely, and they would forget all about the lifestyle once they started trying to get pregnant.
    Her first glimpse of the Fosters did nothing to change her mind.
    Oh, they’re just freakin’ adorable , she’d thought.
    He was Mr. Thinking Dominant, probably trying to overcompensate for never
    being as big and brawny as the rest of the dudes on the football team. In other words, probably an asshole with control issues who took himself way too seriously.
    And she was obviously a Bad Sub.
    Bad sub! No biscuit! Mara said to herself when she saw the little blonde head popping up over the hubby’s lanky shoulder. And she hid her smirk when she tattled,
    but there was certainly a smirk.
    They wouldn’t last long.
    She should have known she was in trouble when she got her first full eyeful of the
    wife and had to mentally peel her bottom jaw