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backs—or their knees—after they’d had a couple of partners, and where the tools of the trade were concerned, Holly was taught properly. Her first boyfriend was the Dom of all Doms, or so he thought.
    She hadn’t told them that . Maybe she should. Perhaps then they could decide on which way they wanted her to swing—slave or sub, sub or slave. At this point, that was the only decision they needed to make. Only thanks to her men living on a cowboy’s time, they hadn’t figured that out yet.
    Then again, neither had she.

    * * * *

    Kemper’s fingernail was wedged between two bottom front teeth. He was lost in his own thoughts as he watched the way Holly eyed certain items scattered throughout the room.
    Without a doubt, she’d seen, and probably used, most of the toys in their exotic toy box. The Catherine Wheel was another story. After she’d curiously studied the largest furniture piece in the room, there was little doubt in Kemper’s mind. Holly couldn’t wait to take her first spin around the wheel.
    “Since you moved in,” Kemper said, deciding he should put his woman’s mind at ease, “there hasn’t been anyone else.” He stared at Kit, hoping he’d give her the assurance she apparently craved, but when he didn’t, Kemper provided the information anyway. “Kit hasn’t slept with anyone either. We only bring committed partners down here.”
    Eyes as green as emeralds looked back at him. “Is that the truth?”
    “Of course,” Kemper promised. “Why would you think anything else? Have we ever lied to you?”
    “Not that I know of.”
    “Have we paraded girls in here, one after the other?”
    “Well, no.”
    “Did we force you to accept our lifestyle?” Kit asked, interrupting Kemper before he could ask another question of his own.
    “No,” she replied. “In fact, you locked me out of it.”
    “We what?” they asked in unison.
    Kit rubbed his five o’clock shadow. “How’d you reach that conclusion?”
    She simultaneously shrugged, rolling her shoulders forward and back, allowing her breasts to bounce as she shifted around, and acted like she was contemplating the best answer.
    Kemper was accustomed to her tactics. Holly enjoyed keeping her men on their toes. Regardless of how she strutted, he sure loved to watch her body move, her breasts bounce.
    “You just did, Kit. That’s all.”
    His eyes darkened, and Kemper quickly anticipated what Kit had in mind. He’d been here and done this a few dozen times. Before Holly knew what hit her, Kit slung her over his shoulder and stomped to the corner. “Well, little woman,” he said, giving her rump a solid pat, “what do you say we open the door and let you waltz right in?” His eyes glittered with possibilities. “Far be it for me to shut a woman out of the best of parties.”
    “Put me down, Kit,” she said calmly.
    “Not yet,” he said, stroking her globes, caressing her bottom. “I’m enjoying this.”
    “Yes, well, I’m sure you are. Maybe you should’ve tossed me over your back earlier today. Then, you wouldn’t have had time to kick me out on my ass!”
    “Obviously, you didn’t go very far,” he pointed out, reaching for the curtain. He yanked the rope, dragging the drapery to the side. Then, he gently placed her on a wooden slab connected to the wall, a bench seat they’d made for this very purpose—a time-out chair for naughty subs with discipline problems.
    “Holly, this is where we place a disobedient sub. It’s obvious. You need to learn to express yourself appropriately. When a Dom wants his sub’s compliance and doesn’t find her agreeable, often punishment is in order.”
    Kemper stood nearby, close enough to watch. He felt like he was set to view the first season of a new drama unfolding, one guaranteed to be a huge network hit.
    After plopping down on the slanted wooden slab, Holly asked, “So now what?”
    “Rule number one,” Kit began. “You’ll address me as Master, Kemper as