The corset fit perfectly around her waist, as if Miles had it designed expressly for her. Heavy metal stays held her torso firmly in place, and it was joined at the back with crisscrossing laces. As Tessa closed the hooks in front, she could feel the growing constriction.
“Needs to be tighter, love,” Miles said as he came up behind her and grabbing the laces firmly gave them a hearty yank.
“Yikes! I can’t breath,” she cried.
“Relax, of course you can,” he said gently. He pulled on the ribbons with a steady tug, until they were so tight she thought she would surely burst. “It will take some time to get used to, but I think you’ll like the effect. Now look at yourself.”
Tessa turned back to the mirror, blushing as the image of Scarlett O’Hara came to mind—that sassy tart pulling hersel
