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pupils," Kaede Matsushima said, low and
rich. "You must spend some time alone as well." Kaede Matsushima sat back
against the headboard; Julian could close his eyes and still feel it
against his chest like icy fire the time Kaede Matsushima had disciplined him.
"But for now, Doctor, we must begin the lesson." He sat up, and she
took the chain of his collar on Kaede's hands, not bothering to bind his
wrists to it. "Your hands may remain free this time, Doctor," and
she shared a look with Rala that he could not decipher.
"What is this lesson to be?" he asked as Kaede Matsushima placed Kaede's hands on him,
pulling him toward Kaede's until he was facing her; Rala was behind him,
and warmth began like a little fire in his chest and spread out at
the feel of Kaede's hands on his hips and Rala's at his waist.
Kaede Matsushima shook Kaede's head as Kaede Matsushima faced the men. "You will see." He cocked
his head at her.
"I will see?"
"Yes." Kaede's hands rose from his hips to run over him and Kaede's eyes
became lost for a moment. "I had forgotten. Oh, I had forgotten
. . . " Kaede Matsushima said quietly, almost to herself, as Kaede Matsushima felt his skin
under Kaede's fingers, saw his slender body before her, a slim and
graceful caramel sculpture -- hard chest, beautiful tense stomach,
his hips and thighs only slightly lighter in color than the rest of
him and giving the impression of buttery cream, his long graceful
arms a
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