“What did I tell you?” Accalon’s voice was warm against Orlaith’s ear. It didn’t help.
“If I used my power again…” She gulped. “Couldn’t I just have a bikini top or something?”
“If you used your power again what?”
“You would make sure I remembered why I shouldn’t. Sir.” He’d cuffed her hands at the small of her back, so she couldn’t cover herself. “Won’t Luke complain?”
“Eventually. But it’s a Saturday.” He clipped a leash to her collar: that, the cuffs, and the thong panties were all he’d allowed her to wear. “Come.”
“Everybody will stare!”
“That’s the idea.”
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