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wasn’t sure that was possible, but he physically put her where he wanted her.
    “You’re to stay in this position without moving.”
    It took all her internal fortitude not to move when she heard him leave the kitchen.
    Her muscles were cramping by the time he returned.
    “I like to look at your cunt,” he said, making her shiver. “And your arse hole. You’re an anal virgin?” He pressed a finger against the tight whorl.
    She squeezed her arse cheeks together.
    He smacked her right thigh, hard.
    She yelped. “Mas-ter!”
    “Present,” he snapped.
    Tears welling, not from the pain but from the promise of the humiliation, she resumed her position.
    “Stop feeling sorry for yourself and answer the question.”
    “Yes,” she said miserably. “Sub is an anal virgin.”
    “Reach back with your hands and part your arse cheeks.”
    Instead of feeling her rear being penetrated, she felt something damp and warm. “Master?”
    “I’m preparing the sub to be shaved.”
    “The sub trims, Master.”
    “Is there a part of ‘I like to look at my sub’ that you didn’t understand?”
    “But… Even sub’s arse, Master?”
    “Clearly, sub,” he said. “Now spread your arse cheeks.”
    She’d hoped he hadn’t noticed the way she had loosened her grip a little.
    He soaped her entire pussy, working the soap into a lather. Then, with a razor, he began to shave her. He even pulled down her labia and removed every trace of hair from the inside of her pussy lips. Within minutes, she was completely bare.
    “Feel it,” he told her after wiping off the last of the lather and patting her dry with a towel.
    She trailed her fingertips around her pussy. “It’s smooth.”
    “Nice,” he added. “Kneel up.”
    Her muscles had fatigued, so it took a few seconds to comply with his order.
    He took a hand mirror from the table and offered it to her. “Spread your legs and have a look at your pussy.”
    “I…” She’d never actually studied her privates in a mirror. And seeing her pubes shaved bare gave her pause. Was there no limit to the things he’d demand of her? “It’s a bit …odd.”
    “It’s gorgeous,” he contradicted. “While you watch in the mirror, play with your clit.”
    She wondered what she’d signed up for when agreeing to be his sub. It wasn’t what she expected, wasn’t what she’d read about, wasn’t what she’d seen at Master Theodore’s home. Holding the mirror in one hand, she played with her clit with the other.
    She watched it swell, watched it become more and more red.
    Her knees started to quiver, and she moaned. An orgasm built deep inside and grew in intensity. Her fingers moved faster and faster, and an orgasm loomed just seconds away. Unexpectedly, he commanded, “Stop.”
    She squeezed her eyes closed. The need to climax clawed at her insides. Damn, what would it hurt, anyway?
    “You’ll come when given permission. And only then.”
    She supposed it wouldn’t be very wise to stick out her tongue. Not wise, but tempting.
    “Are your fingers wet?”
    “Yes.” She was wetter than she’d ever been. He hadn’t even touched her and she was on the verge of shattering.
    “Lick your fingers.”
    She’d never done anything like this, but she followed orders, reluctantly.
    He stood there, legs wide, arms folded, watching her intently. The way he stared at her made her insides flip. She’d never considered herself anything beyond passably attractive, but the smokiness clouding his eyes gave her pause. “See yourself the way I see you.”
    For a moment, she did.
    “Look at your clit again,” he instructed.
    She did.
    “Pull back the skin surrounding it.”
    Still holding the mirror, she did.
    “Tell me about it.”
    Just the barest touch from her own hand had her on the edge again. “It’s swollen. Red. Moist.”
    “Put down the mirror. Then return to your correct kneeling position.”
    She tried hard to be graceful, but the mirror made a noise when she laid it on the