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Joni inhaled, dropping her shoulders and raising her chin.“I am really, really, really horny.”

Lihn raised one brow.

Okay, she needed to be more specific.

“I’ve been lying on a lounger in the Subs’ Garden for hours, just fantasizing.Getting myself completely worked up, to the point that I’m irrationally aroused.”

Lihn straightened.“Irrationally aroused.”

“Like, aroused to the point where?—”

“No, I understand.I was struck by what a clear and accurate phrase that is.”He studied her.

Joni held still, refusing to fidget.She was wearing a bra and panty set with a matching sheer robe.It was rather vanilla compared to what many people in the club wore.

In Joni’s mind, a corset meant you wanted your top to spend a lot of time getting you in, and then out, of your clothes.Joni much preferred the mere seconds it took for her partners to unhook her bra.

Sitting as she was, her stomach pooched more than was attractive.She acknowledged the twinge of embarrassment, the momentary desire to be lithe and skinny the way society exalted.She let the feelings wash through her, knowing that sometimes early life conditioning was impossible to completely mute.If he had a problem with her body he could get fucked, and not by her.

“If I were to spread your legs,” Lihn said after a moment.“Would your underwear be wet?”

It was probably weird that she found it sexy he used the word underwear, rather than panties.Something about that word made her ragey.

“Oh definitely,” she said.

Lihn smiled, this time quick and sharp, almost predatory.She was watching a slow motion morph as he transitioned from Lihn to Master Vo.

“Are you experienced with edging?”

“Given that I’ve been edging myself for several hours, yes I am.”She added a self-deprecating wince, to soften words that might otherwise have been snotty.

“You are self-aware enough to recognize and verbally acknowledge your own orgasm tipping point.”

It was a statement not a question, but she replied.“Yes, but every scene is different.Every partner is different.So there are times that an orgasm sneaks up on me.”

She half expected him to scoff at that.She’d had tops accuse her of marshaling a preemptive excuse.

Instead, Lihn nodded.“Understood.And that’s probably more true now, since the checklist game is forcing us to try new and different things.”

Joni’s attention shifted back to the body bag on the bed.Her arousal immediately dimmed.

“Lihn?”

He took a step closer to her, his knees almost brushing hers.Then he leaned down, hooked his hand under her top ankle, and uncrossed her legs.Joni’s thighs began to tremble in need as he guided her foot to the floor while lowering himself to a crouch.Gripping both ankles, he spread her feet wide, then slid his hands up her shins to her knees and spread those too.

Cool air hit the hot, damp fabric of her panties, and she shivered.

They quickly went over safe words, checked hard limits, and yet as she answered his questions, all she could think about was the throbbing need that drummed like a heartbeat inside her.

“Lihn?”she asked, leaning back against the chair.

He squeezed her knees, then softly corrected her.“Master Vo.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” she breathed.

This time his chuckle was soft and dark.A quiet, intimate thing.

“Can I ask a question?”she said.

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