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She’d never particularly liked the Catherine Wheel. Her brothers, who were active in the lifestyle, happened to have one in their basement. In fact, much to her dismay, unless things had changed, there was an entire dungeon down there.
    “I hate dark, damp spaces.”
    “I happen to love them,” Grant said, his response loaded.
    Morgan should’ve realized her opinion on the subject wouldn’t matter. If Blake and Grant had decided to take her there, she wouldn’t be able to change their minds.
    “I can’t.”
    “You can’t what, sub?” Grant asked, picking up his favorite way to address her. When they were together before, he almost always called her his sub-muffin or sub. She preferred sub-muffin. The term possessed pet-name appeal.
    “I don’t want to take a ride on the Catherine Wheel.”
    “Too bad,” Grant told her. “Maybe after you take a few spins, you’ll remember why it’s not in your best interest to mention meth again in our presence.”

    * * * *

    She hated the wheel. Grant and Blake loved it. After they thoroughly dried her body, Grant secured her hands behind her back with gold-plated handcuffs. Then, he and Blake escorted her downstairs to the dungeon, affectionately called out as such by her brothers who’d designed the area for their own submissive’s training program.
    Once completely against Morgan being trained as a submissive, her brothers probably wouldn’t be too happy to discover Blake and Grant using their equipment to train, punish, and pleasure their little sister. Oh no, Kit would hit the fan.
    Morgan stared at the various contraptions. “They’ve added a lot since I’ve been down here.” After thoughtful consideration, she quickly said, “No wonder Kit and Kemper can’t keep a woman. One trip to this room and she’s probably convinced they’re serial killers or something.”
    “I happen to like what they’ve done with the place,” Grant said, pointing toward some floor model machine with a dildo attached at both ends.
    “Naturally, you would,” she said, rubbernecking in order to get a good look at what appeared to be a piece of revamped abs-exercise equipment.
    “Careful, sub,” Blake warned.
    Her gaze returned to the dildo-toting machinery. She didn’t have to wonder what kind of delicious punishment a woman faced slipping and sliding on that particular piece of equipment.
    “If a trained submissive knows what to expect, then this place isn’t that frightening,” she explained. “But look at it from a woman’s point of view, particularly one who doesn’t know anything about Domination and submission. If trust hasn’t been established, why would she want to be down here? I wouldn’t.”
    “She’s right,” Blake agreed. “Kit and Kemper always go for the women who don’t have a clue about the lifestyle. Can you imagine the expressions on some of their faces after they enter Kit and Kemper’s world for the first time?”
    “I doubt they take the time to establish trust before they bring their women down here. They run gals through this place quicker than we can release cattle through the livestock loading chute,” Grant said.
    “Nice,” Morgan muttered, thinking her brothers had probably changed considerably since she last saw them. Still, she couldn’t imagine Kemper being this hardened Dom. Kit? Sure. But not Kemper.
    Two lightbulbs swung from the ceiling, providing very little light and giving the place a real eerie feel. Morgan looked up and said, “I bet they blindfold them when they lead them down here.” She shuddered. “I can’t bring myself to think about anything else that might go on here.”
    Blake snickered. “Your brothers once said the same thing about you.”
    “It’ll be worse now,” Grant pointed out. “They may never come down here to play again.”
    “I would prefer it if you don’t discuss my training with them.”
    Blake stalked her then. He cupped her chin and looked into her eyes. “Morgan, what happens