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all.”
    “Just as buff and strong,” Chase pointed out.
    Lacey said apologetically, “Well, you see, Devin, Chase just has that self-confident swagger about him. It’s hard to imagine him being submissive—”
    “And it’s easy to imagine me? ” Devin had to let go of Chase in order to point to himself.
    “No, but all other things being equal, it’s easier to, ah, picture you on your knees with your hands behind your head, ah, and…”
    Lacey trailed off in embarrassment, so Devin boldly filled in for her. “Sucking Chase’s cock? Girl, you have a lot to learn.” He had actually just sucked Chase’s cock that morning, but Chase had been the one zip-tied to the chin-up bar in the apartment upstairs.
    Chase helped him out. “Maybe because that’s what you’d like to picture, Lacey. I’m usually the one bound, cuffed, or otherwise restrained. This brute is one giant fucking satyr. Loves the whips and chains, he does.”
    Lacey wrinkled her nose, looking Devin up and down appraisingly. “Satyr. A lecherous man? I can see that.”
    Devin was unsure if that was a compliment or an insult, so he tried to regain the upper hand. “This is why you need us to train you. You can’t tell the difference between a dom and a sub.”
    Lacey scooped the corset from the floor and playfully touched the tip of Devin’s nose. She fluttered her eyelashes at him. “What if I wish to be the domme?” And she sailed off to the dressing room.
    Chase and Devin looked at each other with wide eyes. “Whoa , ” said Chase. “ Mistress Lacey?”
    Devin hadn’t counted upon this. “You’re going to be the most wailed-upon sub in the history of Hell’s Delight.”
    “Wait a minute.” Chase put a hand out, palm facing the floor. “We’re in this together. It’s both of our decisions to choose a woman, to choose Lacey. I didn’t volunteer to be submissive to any damned woman .”
    Devin nodded. “She’ll need to be a switch at least. And I’m pretty sure she was halfway kidding.”
    “Besides, we need to train her tenderly, at first. Let’s not try anything that might scare her off tonight. Who knows what her background is, her experience?”
    “Exactly. In fact, to make sure of that…” Devin went to a wall rack and slipped off a hook one of his favorite pairs of soft leather handcuffs. He stood so close to Chase he practically stepped on his toes, and he touched the tip of his tongue to Chase’s sultry lower lip. Chase fondled the erection cradled in the crotch of Devin’s jeans, perhaps wanting to keep it plump for Lacey’s titillation. “You know I love you. But I’m going to have to keep you on a short—”
    Suddenly, Devin brutally yanked one of Chase’s arms, cuffed the wrist, and twirled Chase to face the counter, like an arresting officer. As he bound the other wrist, he punctuated his authority with a few thrusts of the hips, dry humping his lover. A collar would help keep Chase’s head up, and—
    A gasp of awe came from behind them.
    Both men whipped their heads around to view Lacey standing there barefoot. She wore the corset—oh, boy, did she wear the corset. Devin was so dumbfounded he let go of the chain between the cuffs. It was as though Chase melted away from the stage where only he and Lacey stood.
    Because the corset was a cupless underbust design, meant to lift, spread, and display a woman’s ample tits, Lacey kept her hands over them. But since the corset only spread out over her tailbone in back, she had modestly kept her black panties on. She shrugged her shoulders. “Is this right?”
    Lust coursed through Devin as he strode forward eagerly. She had fastened all the buckles in front but he knew from watching many women try this corset that it would be impossible for her to get the tight-lacing correct in the back by herself. An enormous shiver actually flowed through him as he placed his hands on her bare shoulders and turned her. “Not quite done.”
    She held her hair up for