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So here we stood, him; naked, reserved, keeping his eyes carfully focused on the floor in front of his bare feet, me: admiring him as he stood there for me. A thought kept nagging me, the thought of wanting so much what you do not or cannot have, and I let the smile curve my lips for him to see. If teasing him directly didn't work, perhaps letting him watch someone being pleased, without participating except for what little teases we decided on would do the trick.

I walked to within inches of him, letting him feel the heat of my skin on his before looking into his eyes. "Stephen, your job as a good little toy is to turn around, stand right here, and watch everything going on in front of you without looking away or making a sound. Do you understand?" A flicker of surprise behind that careful facade, but he murmured his agreement. I walked to the phone and dialed, speaking loudly enough that he could hear us plainly. "Please, Adrian, come over now and bring Mara with you. We have a little work to do tonight."