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Nathan smiled, but it was more tentative than it had been a minute ago. “Last chance to back out,” he warned.

“I’m not backing out. I’m ready.”

Nathan stood, gathering their glasses. He looked down at her, and now his gaze was definitely possessive. “Lose the robe, and when I get back the scene starts.”

Tara watched him walk away, her heart in her throat.

For a horrible moment, doubt crashed down on her. This was Nathan. What was she doing? It was like he took her surety with him when he walked away.

Tara made herself stand up, hands gripping the sash of the robe so tight she thought the fabric might disintegrate in her hands.

It would help if she’d picked something a little more conservative to wear tonight. She’d been swayed by seeing all the other subs—and thanks to the mandatory meeting, it really was all the other subs—in their fetwear and corsets.

Secretly she wanted to weary frilly, feminine items. One of the other subs owned a famous lingerie brand, and while Tara could afford the pieces, actually purchasing and then wearing them was beyond her.

In the outside world, Tara was a woman in a male-dominated field. She also had a job that required her to be mostly covered up for safety. Easy-to-wear slacks and comfortable long-sleeved shirts that fit nicely under a lab coat were her go-to.

When she needed to look more professional, she wore three-piece tailored suits made by a company here in LA. They blended traditionally feminine and masculine elements perfectly, and always made Tara feel badass. Plus, she usually had at least one pretty woman hit on her when she was wearing her suits, which was a nice ego boost.

It wasn’t that she owned no dresses—about five years ago, there’d been a period where she attended a wedding every weekend, and had the wardrobe to match.

Nor was her lack of feminine attire both inside and outside the club an indication that she rejected feminine things. Her apartment was an oasis of pastels and gold, everything soft and clean.

Nathan was on his way back, and his brow was furrowed as he looked at her standing beside the couch still wearing her robe.

Whatever her reason for hesitating to purchase and wear soft, frilly lingerie, right now she regretted it. In her fantasy, she slipped out of the robe, revealing soft satin and frilly lace.

Movements jerky, Tara ripped off the robe, chucking it away just as Nathan rounded the corner of the couch.

He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes widening.

Needing something to do with her hands, Tara reached up and back, pulling the black ponytail holder out of her long hair.

Tara’s hair fell against her shoulders and back like a cape, adding to the fetish superhero vibe she was giving off, thanks to her lingerie. The black leather straps crossed her body, holding and compressing sweet, soft flesh.

A wide band crossed over her breasts. It covered her nipples but left both the top and bottom of her breasts—which were compressed and plumped by the restricting band—exposed. Vertical shoulder straps shot up from the breast band.

A scrap of glossy latex covered her pussy, straps radiating up from it like the spokes of a wheel or rays from the setting sun. The side straps angled over her hips, while the center ones rose to meet the thin belt around her waist.

First, he’d take off the breast band, which would in turn remove the shoulder straps. Then he’d rip the latex out of the crotch, but leave the rest of the straps in place.

The way the garters hugged her plump hips, pressing in slightly, made his cock hard. Normally he was a tits and ass man, in that order, but something about Tara’s hips was doing it for him.

She shifted her weight foot to foot and bent her head. Her long, dark hair slid forward over one shoulder.

That hair.

He’d rarely seen her with her hair loose. On those few occasions he’d seen it down, it was usually only partially down, and fancy looking because they’d run into each other at a mutual friend’s wedding.

This was different. Intimate. This was the way her hair looked in the privacy of her home. In the quiet moments when she let go of all her defenses.

Nathan took a step toward her, hand outstretched.

“Last chance to leave,” he murmured. “After this, you’re mine until dawn.”

The look in her eyes was fearless when their gazes met. Fearless…and hot. Needy.

Fearless and aroused was exactly how he liked his partners.

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