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her stance, in her eyes.
    “Crystal.” I smile, looking pointedly at the cubic zirconia swaying from the belly jewelry. I make myself a promise to replace it with diamonds. She deserves nothing less.
    For a moment, she doesn’t move. She looks at me as if she’s trying to figure something out. I hold my breath, afraid she will suddenly change her mind. One long second stretches into two, but I don’t speak. This has to be her choice.
    “Fine,” she grouses, taking off the final barriers. “But if I say stop—”
    “I’ll stop,” I assure her. “Even if you don’t mean it.” I have to leave. If I don’t, I’m going to shag her ruthlessly right here and now. “Get some sleep. Tomorrow your instruction begins.”

Chapter Five
     
    On some level, I have always known this would happen. I have really known it for a while despite trying to convince myself otherwise. Ash has been grooming me, shaping me to be the woman he wants me to be. All this time I’ve allowed it, knowing where it would eventually end up. I think I’ve been more frightened by my own reaction to the hurricane that is Ashford in my life. He’s easily swept me up into the essence of him , making me want to be a part of him. And I know he will take care of me, just far more completely than is considered normal.
    Now that moment is here, and truthfully I’m terrified. Yet, I’m excited and oh, so turned on I can barely stand it. The desire pumping through my veins is causing my pussy to flood so much I have to keep my legs pressed tightly together. I don’t want him to see the wetness pooled there. God, the intensity of that bright gray eyes burns!
    “The bathroom is in the corner. It has everything you need.” He turns and unlocks the door, leaving me standing there. “Oh”—turning, his eyes drift over me from head to toe—”don’t masturbate. I will know, and you will be punished.”
    Then he is gone, leaving me with nothing but aching desire.
    I don’t know how long I lie on the small but comfy daybed, staring up at the ceiling, but sleep eventually does come. Deep, dreamless sleep.
    I’m awakened by the door unlocking. I don’t move as Ash makes his way into the room carrying a laden tray. I don’t need to see it to know it is food; the smells reach my nose long before my eyes can zero in on the mound of eggs, bacon, and croissants. I’m salivating by the time he places the food, silverware, and a tall glass of orange juice on the little table next to the bed.
    “Eat well, Gelisa-sweet. You’re going to need your strength.”
    Purely as a reflex, my eyes go to the various equipment around the room. St. Andrews Cross, breeding bench, gyno table, stocks—even a section of wall that has been padded with shackle locks lining the sides of the padding. There are shelves lining the walls with various devices—plugs, clamps, dildos, vibrators, wands. A plethora of floggers, paddles, and crops hang from hooks. I see no canes or whips, thank God. I don’t know if I could handle those. I also don’t see any cages.
    Letting out the breath I’ve been holding, I attack the food before me, suddenly very hungry. Ash doesn’t say a word, just stands there watching. Only when I am done do I realize this is really about to happen. Without a word, he calmly reaches for the golden leash around my neck and tugs. How could a subtle pull on my neck feel so comforting? That comfort, however, quickly disappears as he leads me down the hall into a much larger room. A bedroom consumed by a gigantic bed. We walk right past it. Ash doesn’t even glance in its direction. Instead he takes me into an equally large bathroom, where there is a bath ready.
    “Get in,” he instructs after unfastening the chain and removing it.
    Oddly, I miss it as soon as it’s gone. Since the first time I saw a flogger casually lying in open sight on his sofa I’ve been curious. Curious enough to scour the websites, books, blogs—anything I could find on