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holding out much hope.”
“Do what
you can. I'll do the same.”
Alex could
barely control his rage as he carried MacKensie back
to the group. He considered leaving immediately, but letting her flee the club
would reinforce her fears, legitimate as they were. And she needed to face the
real assailant.
Dammit . Although Cynthia should be arrested, no BDSM
club welcomed publicity, and few members would volunteer to testify.
Alex
settled in a chair, pulling Mac closer to him. He'd never felt such
satisfaction as when she had hurtled herself into his arms, knowing he'd protect
her.
Her
shivering had disappeared once Steel left. Tough little sub—his jaw tensed—who
had been hurt because of him.
“Sir?” One of
the subs approached warily, her eyes wide.
Alex took
a breath to smother the anger and gave her a smile.
The sub
relaxed. “Sir, I have drinks for you and your sub.”
“Thank
you.” Alex nodded to the table beside the arm of the chair. “Right there,
please.”
The sub
obeyed and trotted away. Alex handed Mac the gin and tonic he'd ordered earlier
for her and picked up his scotch.
She
sipped, blinked, and sipped again. “I haven't had one of these since college,”
she said and actually smiled. Two more sips and she looked at him full in the
face. “Thanks for the rescue. And for believing me.”
He nodded. Such big brown eyes. To see them filled with terror
and tears had seared his heart. A ball of anger still burned deep inside him,
one with no place to go.
“What are
you going to do about her?” she asked quietly. She glanced at Cynthia, who
knelt at Brian's feet two chairs down.
“If a witness
turns up, we'll look at prosecution. I'm going to talk with the management here
and at the other clubs. And with the Doms . She'll discover the BDSM world is smaller than she knows and a lot more
unfriendly.” He stroked MacKensie's golden hair. “I'm
sorry, MacKensie . Our lifestyle has many safeguards,
but none that could prevent this kind of end run around them.”
“Yeah, I
can see that.” She leaned her head against him. The gesture, now, when she
wasn't terrified, showed her trust in him had grown.
“Sir,
permission to speak?”
Alex
looked up at the sound of the smooth, rich voice. Cynthia knelt at his feet,
eyes downcast. He knew she wouldn't incriminate herself; she was a very smart
woman. But he'd see what she had to say. “Speak.”
“Master
Bob said you've taken that sub on for training, but I can see that you are not
intimate with her. I would be pleased to serve the needs that she can't.”
Cynthia opened her corset, letting her full breasts spill out. Tall and slender
and with those augmented breasts, Cynthia was a walking wet dream. And in his case, a walking nightmare.
Alex
suppressed a growl. “I don't—”
Giving a
tiny duplication of his growl, Mac glared at Cynthia. “He doesn't need you, you
overbred cow; he has me.” And she grabbed his hand and shoved it between her
legs.
Chapter Seven
“Well,
now,” Alex murmured in a low rumble that sent nerves racing up Mac's arms.
Oh frak , what have I done? Mac
froze, shocked at her own behavior.
Alex's
lips curved, and then he gave Cynthia a dismissive look. “I'm more than
adequately served. Leave.”
The sub
jerked back as if Alex had slapped her. Mac almost laughed as Cynthia stalked
away, rehooking her corset, heading toward the front
of the club. Apparently the Dom she'd accompanied had left. Smart
man.
Suddenly Alex's
hand pressed against Mac's pussy. She jumped, her gaze shooting to his amused
eyes. His hand felt huge between her thighs, and hot against her bare labia.
“If you
keep rearranging our bargain,” he said, “I might not be able to keep up.”
“I…”
Trapped by his blue gaze, she couldn't find the right words to say. I didn't want you to take her? I was
jealous? I wanted to be mean ? All of them were
true. “But…”
His eyes
crinkled. “You, little cat, do not have
“Do what
you can. I'll do the same.”
Alex could
barely control his rage as he carried MacKensie back
to the group. He considered leaving immediately, but letting her flee the club
would reinforce her fears, legitimate as they were. And she needed to face the
real assailant.
Dammit . Although Cynthia should be arrested, no BDSM
club welcomed publicity, and few members would volunteer to testify.
Alex
settled in a chair, pulling Mac closer to him. He'd never felt such
satisfaction as when she had hurtled herself into his arms, knowing he'd protect
her.
Her
shivering had disappeared once Steel left. Tough little sub—his jaw tensed—who
had been hurt because of him.
“Sir?” One of
the subs approached warily, her eyes wide.
Alex took
a breath to smother the anger and gave her a smile.
The sub
relaxed. “Sir, I have drinks for you and your sub.”
“Thank
you.” Alex nodded to the table beside the arm of the chair. “Right there,
please.”
The sub
obeyed and trotted away. Alex handed Mac the gin and tonic he'd ordered earlier
for her and picked up his scotch.
She
sipped, blinked, and sipped again. “I haven't had one of these since college,”
she said and actually smiled. Two more sips and she looked at him full in the
face. “Thanks for the rescue. And for believing me.”
He nodded. Such big brown eyes. To see them filled with terror
and tears had seared his heart. A ball of anger still burned deep inside him,
one with no place to go.
“What are
you going to do about her?” she asked quietly. She glanced at Cynthia, who
knelt at Brian's feet two chairs down.
“If a witness
turns up, we'll look at prosecution. I'm going to talk with the management here
and at the other clubs. And with the Doms . She'll discover the BDSM world is smaller than she knows and a lot more
unfriendly.” He stroked MacKensie's golden hair. “I'm
sorry, MacKensie . Our lifestyle has many safeguards,
but none that could prevent this kind of end run around them.”
“Yeah, I
can see that.” She leaned her head against him. The gesture, now, when she
wasn't terrified, showed her trust in him had grown.
“Sir,
permission to speak?”
Alex
looked up at the sound of the smooth, rich voice. Cynthia knelt at his feet,
eyes downcast. He knew she wouldn't incriminate herself; she was a very smart
woman. But he'd see what she had to say. “Speak.”
“Master
Bob said you've taken that sub on for training, but I can see that you are not
intimate with her. I would be pleased to serve the needs that she can't.”
Cynthia opened her corset, letting her full breasts spill out. Tall and slender
and with those augmented breasts, Cynthia was a walking wet dream. And in his case, a walking nightmare.
Alex
suppressed a growl. “I don't—”
Giving a
tiny duplication of his growl, Mac glared at Cynthia. “He doesn't need you, you
overbred cow; he has me.” And she grabbed his hand and shoved it between her
legs.
Chapter Seven
“Well,
now,” Alex murmured in a low rumble that sent nerves racing up Mac's arms.
Oh frak , what have I done? Mac
froze, shocked at her own behavior.
Alex's
lips curved, and then he gave Cynthia a dismissive look. “I'm more than
adequately served. Leave.”
The sub
jerked back as if Alex had slapped her. Mac almost laughed as Cynthia stalked
away, rehooking her corset, heading toward the front
of the club. Apparently the Dom she'd accompanied had left. Smart
man.
Suddenly Alex's
hand pressed against Mac's pussy. She jumped, her gaze shooting to his amused
eyes. His hand felt huge between her thighs, and hot against her bare labia.
“If you
keep rearranging our bargain,” he said, “I might not be able to keep up.”
“I…”
Trapped by his blue gaze, she couldn't find the right words to say. I didn't want you to take her? I was
jealous? I wanted to be mean ? All of them were
true. “But…”
His eyes
crinkled. “You, little cat, do not have
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