Decadent Master by Tawny Taylor

body image issues and none of them had stripped bare in a crowded dungeon the first time.
    The girl had guts. He admired her for that.
    He also admired her ass. It was round like he liked them, and he was sure it would pillow a hard cock very nicely. Too bad it wouldn’t be pillowing his.
    He wasn’t too proud to say he wished he was out there touching her smooth skin, rewarding her for her obedience. Rolf would do a fine job training her. She wouldn’t be difficult, she’d already proven that. She didn’t need a harsher, more demanding master than his brother, and still he burned to be the one to bring her to the brink of her limits.
    Rolf glanced up at the camera, as if he knew Dierk was there watching. Rolf narrowed his eyes for a split second then bent over and commanded Wynne to rise up on her feet.
    He would take her to his private suite now. A flare of jealousy burned through Dierk’s body.
    The cameras in Rolf’s suite had been shut off. He’d done that out of respect for his brother, a show of trust. But he was damn tempted to power them up. He could always come up with some excuse why they had to be switched on.
    He reached for the computer that ran the system. His fingers hovered over the keys as he sat and watched Wynne and Rolf walk out of the main dungeon and down the single corridor that led to all the private suites. He watched them stop at Rolf’s door. He watched them go through it…watched the door close….
    Should he? Shouldn’t he? No, he wouldn’t.
    Gritting his teeth, he went back to the grunt work he’d been doing before she’d come in: ordering supplies for the bar. But he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Actually, he hadn’t stopped since he’d first seen her, and it was driving him nuts.
    This was the last thing he needed.
     
    Well, she was here, back in Rolf’s private bondage suite. Glancing around, she could see it didn’t have the same vibe it had last time. The walls were still painted the same hue. The artwork still hung in the same place. And yet, the room had taken on a more sinister feel. The table, which had been pushed against the wall, was now positioned in the center of the room. And the armoire doors hung wide open, the contents on display.
    This was it. They weren’t going to chitchat today.
    She had no clue what she should do once they were closed inside. Head over to the couch and sit? Climb up on that table? What?
    After her gaze took a final lap around the room, she gave Rolf a questioning look.
    He circled her. “Every Dom-sub relationship is different, so do not assume that what I want is what another Dom would want and vice versa.”
    “Okay.”
    “First, I will teach you how to properly kneel.” He pointed to a spot not far from the entry. “Here.”
    She went to the place he indicated and knelt, resting her bottom on her heels.
    “No, not like that.” He gently positioned her with his hands, lifting her up off her heels, lowering her head, arching her back. His touches were firm but not harsh, and his nearness was both unsettling and a little arousing. “Much better.” He sounded satisfied.
    “Thank you. Master.”
    He took a step back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Now, I will teach you how to present yourself to your master.”
    She wondered what that involved. “Okay.”
    “Whenever you enter this room, you will present yourself to me. What that means is you will take your position—standing if I am standing, and kneeling as I showed you if I am sitting—and wait for me to instruct you on what to do next. When you are presenting in a standing position, you will stand like this.” Once again, he used his hands to position her. Spine arched, arms held close to her sides, hands clasped behind her back, head down, shoulders back. “Yes, very nice.”
    Like earlier, his touches were authoritative, not exactly sensual, but still pleasant. He didn’t touch any part of her that would be considered an erogenous zone, but she tingled