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Tessa and Duncan didn’t join them for dinner. The MacLeods didn’t come down for breakfast the next morning either. It was nearly noon when Tessa called Casey to find out what the shopping plan for the day was.

The men had agreed that they would go shopping together to get Christmas gifts for their wives. Daniel had already looked at the list and found out which jewelry stores the women were going to, so they decided to wait until the day before they were to leave to do their shopping. Each man had a picture of his wife so that they could find out from sales clerks what the women had been most interested in.

They met up with Jonas Quinn for dinner, the women having already informed them that they would be shopping until the stores closed, which was late in Kelowna City.

Daniel had taken a look at the receipts of the purchases Casey had made the day before. They had agreed not to buy Emily any more toys, family and friends would buy her plenty, so Casey had picked up several storybooks, a music box, and a ceramic piggy bank. She’d also bought more clothes than the child would probably wear, but they had been on a discount rack, and she hadn’t been able to pass them up. He grinned, knowing that Casey would insist on using her pay to help with the bills of the trip and from the shopping excursions.

He had just taken a shower, and wearing just his boxers, was stretched out on the bed watching the local news…amazed at how similar it was to the news on Gamma, and on Earth…when Casey came in, several bags in her hands.

"So, what’d you get this time?" he asked, a smile on his face.

She smiled at him. "Oh, just a couple of things. A few things for your Christmas."

"Anything…interesting?"

She giggled. "Might be." She was arranging the packages in the closet she was using.

His body was instantly alert. "Anything I can see?"

"I don’t know, I’ll have to think about it," she replied, her eyes sparkling. She was already slipping one long, slender package into her jacket pocket.

"Don’t tease your Master," he said in a mock warning tone.

"Oh, I would never do that, Master," she said contritely, her eyes belying the seriousness of her words.

"Ha! You do it every chance you get," he retorted.

"I haven’t heard any complaints when you’re getting what you want."

He grinned. "Touché. Did you have dinner?"

She nodded, pulling her boots off. "We found the most charming little café. The waiter was so nice…and kind of cute too," she added, just to watch the frown that flickered over his face. "There was a table next to us, and there were four men sitting there, and they were so sweet, they offered to buy us drinks, and when they found out that we were just visiting, they offered to show us the sights."

Now the frown was deeper.

"But we thanked them, and told them that we didn’t think our husbands would approve, and they left us alone."

Frown fading…but not quickly.

"I’m beat. I’m going to take a quick shower."

"Want some company?"

She smiled. "You look comfy, and you’ve already showered, your hair is still damp. I won’t be long." She had to bite her lip to keep from giggling out loud at the look of disappointment on his face. She did take a quick shower, but left the water running while she put lotion on, Daniel’s favorite. She brushed her long hair out, turned the water off, then opened the box that held her new purchase. Inside was a gold chain that, when around her neck, looked like a slave collar. She carefully attached the wide navel decoration that Carly had given her. She opened the door, peeked to see if Daniel was looking. He wasn’t, his attention was still on the TV. She turned off the light and slipped silently to the side of the bed where he was lying, then knelt down and lowered her head.

"Babe?" he said after a few minutes.

She dared to look up at him. "Thy wish is my command, Master," she said softly.

He pushed himself to the edge of the bed, took her chin in his hand. "Stand up," he said quietly.

She obeyed. Like a good slave, her hands went behind her back.

He stood up, his finger tracing the ‘collar’ that she wore. "This is new."

"Found it this afternoon, Master," she replied. "Does it please you?"

He smiled. "Yeah, it does." His fingers trailed over her breasts to toy with the jewelry that hung from her bellybutton, grinning inwardly at her sharp intake of breath, the way her belly moved under his fingers. "Did you bring your CD player?"

She nodded.

"And…that…CD?"

She nodded again.

"Speakers?"

Again an affirmative answer.

"Set it up and dance for me, Angel," he said, his body already hard in anticipation.

She hurried to obey. When the music began, she started moving across the room toward him. She didn’t have scarves to take off this time, giving him full view of her undulating muscles as she danced. He was sitting on the foot of the bed when the music hit it’s fevered pitch, and again the blur of her hips served only to make him harder. When she finished, kneeling at his feet, her head on the floor, he thought he would come right then. The dance had been just as erotic without the scarves.

"Kneel up, babe," he told her. He stretched his arms out behind him, leaned back on them.

Good little slave that she was, she obeyed instantly.

"Suck me, my Little Slave," he whispered.

She eagerly pushed his boxers down and released his throbbing organ. She took him into her mouth, giving him pleasure with every flicker of her tongue. She closed her eyes, reveling in the taste of him, the smell of him, the feel of his hard flesh in her mouth. He was getting close, she could feel it…she began to gently massage his balls…

"Stop, now!" he ordered sharply.

She instantly pulled away from him, her eyes wide.

He sat up, smiled at her, cupped her cheek with his hand. "Sorry babe, didn’t mean to startle you like that. I was just…too close," he said softly.

She smiled back. "What do you wish from me, Master?"

"Stand up, babe," he replied. She did as she was told. He pulled her close, lowered his head and tasted her. Her dance had left her the slightest bit sweaty, he could taste the salt. It wasn’t unpleasant, mixed with the sweet honey that was seeping from her warm well. He pushed at her thighs until she was standing with her legs about a foot apart. He added his fingers to his assault. He waited until she was breathing hard, her hips moving toward him with each gentle caress that he made with his tongue. "Don’t move," he told her. He stood up and went into the bathroom. When he came out, he had one of the hand towels, and was rolling it lengthwise. "Give me your hands," he said softly.

Her eyes dancing, she complied with his wishes, watched as he tied them securely in front of her.

He picked her up and gently laid her on the bed. Their eyes locked as he stripped his boxers from his hips, then knelt down beside her. He reached down and gently removed her navel jewelry. He pushed her arms over her head, spread her legs wide with one hand. "Don’t you move, do you understand?"

She nodded, knowing that he would do his best to make it impossible to stay in the position he had her in. "I understand, Master," she whispered.

He smiled, then lowered himself, his mouth going straight for her breast. He made love to her, his hands and mouth moving back and forth from breast to breast until she was moaning. He slid down, began to tease her sensitive bellybutton, his tongue and teeth pulling on that tiny platinum ring. Her belly was rippling under his mouth, she was panting, whimpering, needing him to move farther down her body. He kissed and licked each of her thighs, grinning when he saw her hips beginning to move up and down the slightest bit.

He was driving her crazy, and he knew it, delighted in it. He was licking her belly, kissing that narrow vee of dark blonde curls. When his mouth clamped down on her she nearly came. His tongue teased her, tormented her. He took her to the edge, then backed away, lapping at the honey that flowed like wine from her hot, wet well. His fingers were moving in and out of her, long deep strokes. It was becoming difficult for her to remain still; her body was shaking from that endeavor.

He looked up at her. "Do you want me, babe?"

"Always," she replied.

"Want me in you?"

"Yes, please," she begged.

"Say it, Angel. Tell me." He was already moving his body into position above her.

"I want you in me, Daniel…Master. Please, in me…now," she whispered.

He moved over her, took one hand to anoint himself with her sweet honey before he eased his aching flesh inside of her warm, welcoming body. He could feel her fighting to remain as he had placed her, grinning as he moved in and out of her. Yep, tying her down was going to be very…satisfying. He was nearing the point of no return. Her hips were thrusting against him…her thighs were quivering. "Give it to me Angel, come for me," he commanded.

With a whimper she obeyed, flying into oblivion, every sensation sending her higher and higher until she felt as if she would explode. Her orgasm washed over her in waves, her body shivering with each one. "Please, love me," she whispered, "fill me with your love."

He stretched his arms out, put his weight on them, and began to pound into her, deeper… harder…faster.

"Yes!" she moaned softly. "Yes…yes…yes!"

Her soft cries sent him hurtling over the edge, his body jerking with each contraction of his orgasm. He emptied completely into her, then dropped down onto her, nuzzling her neck.

"Love you, My Little Slave," he whispered.

"Love you too, My Gentle Master," she replied in kind.

He pushed himself up and rolled off of her. She was lying exactly as he had positioned her. "You did very well, Little Slave." He grinned and kissed her, then untied her hands, the signal that she could move.

"Shower?"

"Yep."

"Hungry?"

"A little bit."

"Room service?"

He laughed. "Sounds good, babe."

She led him to the bathroom. He took the ‘collar’ from her neck, and they showered, washing each other, with ample giggles and touches and kisses. Room service was called, and they sat on the bed eating their midnight snack. "You really are a gentle Master, you know," she said softly as she snuggled against him for the night an hour later.

"Think so, huh?"

"Yes, I do."

He pulled her closer, tightened his arm around her, then let sleep overtake him. She followed within minutes.

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