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apart, Lulu was heading out when she turned back to Prue. “Oh, tomorrow morning someone will be by to take you to see Viktor, our head of security. Because you’re temporary staff, you’ll need to have an ID badge made up, and he’ll make sure you have everything you need to have constant access to the dance studio. G’night!”
Prue echoed Lulu’s “good night,” closing her door and locking it before going to her phone. She pulled a tiny device out of her purse and set it up on the night table, switching it on before dialing a number. The jammer would ensure no one could listen in on her conversation, and she really needed this part of her life to stay private.
As the call connected and Prue heard the answering voice on the other end of the phone, she couldn’t help but feel another twinge of guilt. She crossed her fingers that the reports about Cuero were false, and that there was nothing going on besides some really kinky fun. She sighed and uncrossed her fingers, rattling off her first debrief with her unit chief back in Boston.
Chapter 7
Cyrus was in a shitty mood. He hadn’t slept well, and nothing seemed to be going his way this morning. First he’d cut himself shaving, something he hadn’t done since he was a teenager, and then he’d received word that a dance club he owned in Miami had been closed for some sort of investigation. When he tried to get to the bottom of it he kept wading through a sea of red tape, and he’d finally gotten so frustrated he’d handed the whole mess to Cruz. Thank goodness for Cruz since the man was a whiz when it came to business.
He’d had a phone call from Viktor asking if the new girl could have an ID badge that would grant her twenty-four-seven access to the dance studio, and he’d had a perverse desire to say no. It was tempting to have Prue dependent on him every time she needed into the studio since it would alert him to when she’d be in there. And if she was in there, he could watch. Ultimately he’d sighed and told Viktor yes.
Prue . That was really the problem. Cyrus hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since he’d met her in Honolulu, and her presence meant he thought about her pretty much all the time. He’d been thinking about her when he cut himself shaving, actually. He’d been remembering the way he’d fucked his cock to the back of her throat and the dainty way she’d wiped his seed off her lips, and he’d nicked himself right below his ear.
Cyrus rubbed his face pensively. He was really going about this the wrong way. Why was he trying to get Prue out of his head when she was already in his home? Prue was a sub he was interested in mastering, and she’d already proven herself to be interested in being dominated by him. He had her at his disposal for the next six weeks, which was ample time for him to explore her limits, and the two of them could play together during that time.
Cyrus stilled as a truly genius idea came to him. He smiled a wicked smile as he turned on his laptop, pulling up the document he wanted. He grabbed his phone and dialed for one of the club Doms, relaxing when the man answered on the first ring. He was feeling better already.
* * * *
Prue was nervous as she sat down in one of the dungeon’s antechambers, smoothing her skirt over her legs. She looked around at the other subs and Doms in the room, and she cringed mentally. She really wasn’t dressed for this.
One woman wore a skintight red dress that had to be made of latex, and she sported a matching red dog collar complete with spikes. Attached to the collar was a leather leash. The man holding the leash was covered in tattoos. He had one arm done in a tattoo sleeve, and Prue could see a blend of skulls, barbed wire, and crosses in the design. His other arm had a winding vine covered in roses, and it wrapped around and around his arm from his wrist to his shoulder where it disappeared beneath the black leather of his vest. Prue could see
Prue echoed Lulu’s “good night,” closing her door and locking it before going to her phone. She pulled a tiny device out of her purse and set it up on the night table, switching it on before dialing a number. The jammer would ensure no one could listen in on her conversation, and she really needed this part of her life to stay private.
As the call connected and Prue heard the answering voice on the other end of the phone, she couldn’t help but feel another twinge of guilt. She crossed her fingers that the reports about Cuero were false, and that there was nothing going on besides some really kinky fun. She sighed and uncrossed her fingers, rattling off her first debrief with her unit chief back in Boston.
Chapter 7
Cyrus was in a shitty mood. He hadn’t slept well, and nothing seemed to be going his way this morning. First he’d cut himself shaving, something he hadn’t done since he was a teenager, and then he’d received word that a dance club he owned in Miami had been closed for some sort of investigation. When he tried to get to the bottom of it he kept wading through a sea of red tape, and he’d finally gotten so frustrated he’d handed the whole mess to Cruz. Thank goodness for Cruz since the man was a whiz when it came to business.
He’d had a phone call from Viktor asking if the new girl could have an ID badge that would grant her twenty-four-seven access to the dance studio, and he’d had a perverse desire to say no. It was tempting to have Prue dependent on him every time she needed into the studio since it would alert him to when she’d be in there. And if she was in there, he could watch. Ultimately he’d sighed and told Viktor yes.
Prue . That was really the problem. Cyrus hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since he’d met her in Honolulu, and her presence meant he thought about her pretty much all the time. He’d been thinking about her when he cut himself shaving, actually. He’d been remembering the way he’d fucked his cock to the back of her throat and the dainty way she’d wiped his seed off her lips, and he’d nicked himself right below his ear.
Cyrus rubbed his face pensively. He was really going about this the wrong way. Why was he trying to get Prue out of his head when she was already in his home? Prue was a sub he was interested in mastering, and she’d already proven herself to be interested in being dominated by him. He had her at his disposal for the next six weeks, which was ample time for him to explore her limits, and the two of them could play together during that time.
Cyrus stilled as a truly genius idea came to him. He smiled a wicked smile as he turned on his laptop, pulling up the document he wanted. He grabbed his phone and dialed for one of the club Doms, relaxing when the man answered on the first ring. He was feeling better already.
* * * *
Prue was nervous as she sat down in one of the dungeon’s antechambers, smoothing her skirt over her legs. She looked around at the other subs and Doms in the room, and she cringed mentally. She really wasn’t dressed for this.
One woman wore a skintight red dress that had to be made of latex, and she sported a matching red dog collar complete with spikes. Attached to the collar was a leather leash. The man holding the leash was covered in tattoos. He had one arm done in a tattoo sleeve, and Prue could see a blend of skulls, barbed wire, and crosses in the design. His other arm had a winding vine covered in roses, and it wrapped around and around his arm from his wrist to his shoulder where it disappeared beneath the black leather of his vest. Prue could see
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