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abreast of all the latest kinks. You know how I aim to please.”
    I collapsed into a chair opposite Bomber and Larz. “Yeah, she lost it when I told her she didn’t have a master anymore, so I told her I would temporarily fill the gap.”
    Larz grunted. “What is it with you kids and that shit anyway? What ever happened to a good ol’ fashioned fuck? Y’all had to go and tinker with it. Haven’t ya heard the expression, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it?”
    Bomber and I grinned shaking our heads in unison.
    “You’re talking like an old man, Larz. Anyone would think you’re getting ready to be put out to pasture,” I thought out loud. Larz stretched out in the chair he was sitting in and crossed his legs at the ankles. He was one of the fittest men of his age I knew; his body still radiated power, and his mind was sharp as a tack.
    “Well, now that you mention it...” he went on.
    “You’re only forty-five, hardly retirement age,” I scoffed. “Anyway, Jonas is fifty-two, remember? He’s much older than you or I, and he’s one fucked up kinky bastard, so maybe it’s you old geezers that started mixing things up.”
    “It’s been confirmed that dildos dated as far back as fifth century BC, so I think it’s safe to say us kids have merely taken what you ol’ perverts had already thought of and simply perfected it.” Bomber grinned.
    Larz had far too much patience to counter or argue back. He simply turned around and took in the quiet water around us before turning his attention back to me. I ran a hand down my face. I hadn’t got much sleep once I had returned Emily to the yacht. Three hours at most, certainly not enough to stay sharp.
    “All quiet up here?”
    “Uh-huh. Not a peep,” confirmed Bomber.
    “We need to move.”
    “Already on it. There’s another quiet inlet a little further north, thought I might pull in there for the night,” said Larz.
    “Sounds good. Maybe you and Gabbie can take first shift tonight? I need a couple of hours shut eye, and I want Gabbie close on hand if Em needs anything while I’m on watch. I think she would feel more comfortable with another female around rather than two hairy-ass intimating men.”
    Bomber snorted. “I assume by hairy-ass, you’re referring to Larz.”
    Larz gave me a heavy slap to the back as he stood. “Not a problem, kiddo, I know how it is with you young fellas—all huff and no puff.” He glanced Bomber’s way before taking a sip of his coffee. “And if I so much as catch you looking at my ass, kid, I will neuter you.”
    Bomber grinned. “It is one fine ass for a man of your age,” he countered.
    I left the men bickering and took the stairs back down to the lower deck. I found Emily quietly seated on the large sofa, her hands resting in her lap her gaze downcast. The kitchen had been carefully cleaned; she was quick. When she saw me, panic flooded her features and she fell elegantly to her knees, straight into her submissive resting pose. I sighed at the sight, and I felt rather than saw Emily’s confusion. She knew I didn’t want this, but her mind reacted on sheer instinct. Her body tensed as if preparing for punishment, perhaps a berating or beating.
    “Em?” I said softly. “Bring those pretty blue eyes back to mine, Malen’kaya.” It had been a long time since Russian words had spilled from my lips so freely. But the term for ‘little one’ seemed fitting for her. She didn’t hesitate when she looked at me, and that filled me with a sense of pride. I knew I was confusing obedience with trust but I couldn’t help but hope. “Things like this are going to happen from time to time. Old habits die hard, but they will die. We’re going to create new habits, okay.”
    She nodded, and her eyes filled with unshed tears. Not a single one fell though, she kept her face as neutral as possible as she cautiously watched me.
    “If you feel you need to respond to me when I enter a room, how about you simply stand, or if