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double-check the cuffs I’ve chosen—wide, padded, and covered in the softest leather we have. Good newbie restraints. They’ll give Scorpio something to hold on to, something to fight against while she learns what it really means to give herself to me.
    I pull and tug on attachment points, checking the adjustability that Milo is famous for, knowing I’m wasting my time. His gear rarely breaks, and our experienced subs speak up at the slightest creak or wobble.
    I reach under the bench for my basket of toys. Scorpio’s pictures didn’t give me much help on what she’s hoping for after the clothes come off and the cuffs go on. Which is fine with me, because I’m a Dom, not a fantasy man-puppet.
    I roll my eyes as I lift out the baby flogger that wasn’t there when I tucked the basket away. Apparently Ari has left us a present. It’s not a bad one—the flogger is small enough and soft enough to be safe even in the hands of the most inexperienced Dom, and in the hands of a good one, it’s a very effective tease.
    I check to make sure our resident practical joker hasn’t left any other surprises, and then I tuck everything away under the velvet slipcover that puddles to the ground, making the bench look like nothing more than a luxurious place to lay out and take a nap.
    I’m so ready. Where the fuck is my sub?

Chapter Fifteen

Scorpio
    I march into Fettered like I own the place, which isn’t hard because the front door’s wide open and there’s music blaring loud enough to cover the sounds of a dozen women stomping around in their army boots.
    I swear, if I only get one orgasm today, Harlan is a dead man walking.
    I peer into the darkness of the lounge and don’t see anything except for a chalkboard sign sitting prominently on the end of the bar where I can’t possibly miss it, covered in Ari’s distinctive, stylish handwriting. He’s back in the private rooms, last door on your left. It’s the only one that will be open. Good luck, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.
    I snort, even though nerves have just entirely, thoroughly landed. I pick up the piece of chalk she left conveniently at the bottom and scrawl a note. I need a list of what those things are. Then I grin to myself, because I can already hear her laughter.
    Which seems like the right way to pay her back for making sure I feel loved this morning.
    I dust the chalk off my hands and continue the walk that started in the dark hours of last night and left me restless and wanting and totally sleepless in my own bed. The music fades as I swing through the doors into the dungeon. It looks a bit strange, empty of people and full of sunlight. I don’t look too hard at the equipment, but I do see a set of tools lying out and a sprawl of lug nuts laid out beside one of the chairs.
    A repair in progress. Somebody got themselves out of the way so I would do this walk alone. I swallow and wonder just how many people know what’s about to happen. My Dom, making a statement.
    My Dom. Holy fucking hell.
    I shake my head and snap my shoulders straight. He didn’t exactly do me wrong last night, and I have at least some idea of what’s going to happen in this room. Which might not actually be making things any easier. My frustrated nocturnal fantasies were full of cuffs and velvet and strong, talented hands stripping me naked.
    At this rate I’m going to come before he touches me.
    I get to the door on the other side of the dungeon. The one I’ve never passed through, the threshold I’ve never crossed. What lies beyond is member-only territory, and only after they’ve jumped through a bunch of hoops, because Fettered is obnoxiously careful with their people.
    I’m getting a pass on all of that because the man who’s waiting for me is Dom gold.
    My legs are the kind of jittery they were for my first really big gigs, and I know that if I don’t get moving I’m in big trouble. I push through the doors and find myself in a hallway that could belong to