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“Shall we start off with you on your stomach?”

“Yes, Sir.” The words flowed from her without even thinking about it. Kaley climbed on the table. Anthony had left the pillow on the table, so she turned her head, bent her arms, and rested them above her head.

“I’m going to start off with your right arm and continue down your back to your legs and feet.”

“Green, Sir.”

“Close your eyes and concentrate on feeling my touch.”

Kaley allowed her eyes to close, determined to let herself go with the flow and enjoy Anthony’s touch.

Chapter Four

Anthony willed his dick to settle down. From the first Sir out of Kaley’s mouth, it had jumped to attention and refused to back down. Until Kaley, his body’s reaction had been rare. He only gave demos, which was the only time he played with a sub.

He didn’t want to mess this up with Kaley. She was new and apprehensive about being in the club. He’d rein in his baser instincts if it killed him. With a light touch, he ran his fingers over her fingertips and down her arm. Gooseflesh popped out, and he grinned.

He kept his touch light as he continued down. He didn’t mind that she was still dressed. This was about her getting comfortable with his touch and learning to trust him. Kaley was a novice, and the idea of teaching her excited him. Yes, he was attracted to her, and he still wanted to paint her, but it had become more than that.

She’d been so gentle with his grandmother when she found out about her injury, then there was Nugget. The Maltipoo wasn’t known to make friends easily, yet Nugget jumped right into Kaley arms and greeted her like an old friend. That said something in Anthony’s book.

After his third pass over Kaley’s backside, he rested his palms on her ass. She inhaled sharply but didn’t stiffen. Good. Slowly, he caressed her firm butt, his finger caressing the seam of her boy shorts.

She squirmed, and he lightly smacked her ass. “Please be still.”

Her body flushed, but she instantly froze. A flash of pride went through him. He liked being a Dominant, and even with his knife play demos, it wasn’t so much about the knives as it was messing with someone’s head. It was a way for people to get out of their heads and really feel.

Hell, even some of the Doms he’d demonstrated on got lost in the sensations when they forgot he wasn’t hurting them. Anthony liked playing with the knives, but he believed not only in Safe, Sane, and Consensual, but RACK. Risk Aware Consensual Kink.

Knife play wasn’t for everyone, and he only did it when asked. Usually it was Max asking him to give a demo. But he wanted to see Kaley’s creamy skin beneath one of his knives, to watch it blush and the fine hair rise with gooseflesh as he stroked her with the blade.

Anthony shook his head. Too soon. “Time to turn over.” Standing next to the table, he braced it as he helped Kaley roll onto her back. Her skin was beautifully flushed and her breathing somewhat shallow.

“Are we doing okay?”

“Green, Sir.”

“All right. I’m going to touch your breasts and pussy.” She stiffened. “Over your clothing.”

She bit her lower lip before softly saying, “Yes, Sir.”

His dick pulsed. What was it about those words coming from her lips that caused his body to become so unruly.

Slowly, he traced the outline of her bra, keeping his touch light. Her nipples tightened and pressed against the fabric. Good. She was getting aroused. He avoided her nipples and moved over her abdomen.

When she sucked in a breath, he paused. “Keep breathing, sweetheart. You’re beautiful.”

Air whooshed out of her, and he continued his journey. Again, he traced the seam of the boy shorts. Heat met his touch. He kept his touch light and barely there. This was for her to get used to him. Not that he didn’t want to dip his fingers beneath the fabric and see how wet she was, but that was for another time.

He moved away from her pussy and down her legs, caressing her legs and toes. Then he started back up her body. With each pass, she relaxed more and more. He picked up her arm, and it was languid in his hold.

“Kaley, sweetheart,” he said softly.

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was barely there.

“I’m done.”

Her lashes lifted. “Oh?”

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