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Her Master’s Wedding-11
I stand. “Marie, would you like to step outside? Take a breath of air? It’s a bit stuffy in here.” Another vacuous smile. “I’d love to, James.” Alarm marches across Beth’s face but I droop an eyelid to her. As I offer a hand to the small of Marie’s back, to guide her outside, she’s turning on Richard with an expression of real fury…. Her Dom…. And I suck in a smile…. This is going to be the most entertaining moment I’ve had all day. The terrace is cool and pleasant with the perfume of hawthorn blossom carrying on the breeze. Were I in such a lovely place with my mermaid, I would have very different intentions, but… Marie gazes up at me, all starry-eyed. Taking her by the elbow, I steer her to a dark corner. “We don't have a lot of time, so just kneel down, here in the shadows….” She
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