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Chapter Eleven

Hunter

The King’s Dungeon, Castle Sin…

“It never gets old entering the open entrance hall of the dungeon. You really did a stellar job with the interior designer you chose, Stone. It’s not only authentic, it’s inviting, warm, and aesthetic.”

“Yeah, until you open one of the dungeon doors, then it becomes raw and medieval,” Parker joked as he and Hawk arrived.

“Maybe so but not any less inviting, especially since it’s an eclectic combination of modern medieval rather than dark and dank.” Hunter slipped the black leather mask over his eyes. “Well, the pirate is ready.”

Danton was waiting for them at the water fountain as they entered the King’s Dungeon. No liquor was allowed in the dungeons, but there was an ample supply of water for thirsty subs to hydrate during and after scenes.

“I was just about to look for you.” Danton gestured toward a wide hallway. “I already have the sub ready and waiting.”

“Who is she?” Hunter asked as they followed Danton to the whipping chamber, where a large crowd was gathered around a raised platform in the center of the room.

“Violet. She has been an employed submissive at Castle Sin for almost two years. If I remember correctly, she participated in a demonstration you did in the past with climax control.”

“Ah, the pretty, curvy little blonde subbie.”

“That’s the one. She’s very excited to help you out. If you ask me, she might have a crush on you.” Danton nudged him against the shoulder, smiling broadly. “Her tenure is coming to an end. Maybe she’s looking for a permanent relationship to walk into when she leaves.”

“Luckily, I didn’t ask your opinion, so back off, Danton. You know I have no interest in a permanent relationship with any woman. Not at the moment, at least.” Hunter smiled at the pretty blonde woman waiting patiently in the nadu position.

“Do I detect a hint in those words that you might be looking for your soul mate sometime soon?” Stone was a very perceptive man, and like his totem animal, the eagle, he never missed the hidden nuances.

“Don’t you start, too,” Hunter grumbled as he got onto the platform, slipping immediately into his well-known dark-Master look. Circling the naked sub, he did a visual inspection of her body.

“Perfect form, Violet,” he murmured as he stroked her hair, allowing the long curls to fall through his hands. “Do you know what the demonstration is we’re about to do, subbie?”

“Yes, Master Crow, a double flogging.”

“I do recall from watching you in scenes that you have a high pain tolerance. Are you a masochist, Violet?”

“I suppose I have masochistic tendencies, Master Crow, but I’m not classified as one.”

“Where would you place yourself on the rung of pain?”

“On the masochistic ladder, probably on the third rung from the bottom, Sir.”

Hunter was pleased to notice that Violet’s form remained calm and relaxed, which indicated she had no fear of the upcoming demonstration.

“I might push you to a six, Violet. Do you think you’ll be able to take it? Allow your mind to bend until you slip into subspace?”

“Are you going to fuck me at the end, Master Crow?”

“I believe if you are desperately pleading with me to, I just might.” Amusement lightened his face at the eager look crossing her face. The smile slipped as he wondered whether Danton’s assessment was correct that Violet had a crush on him.

“Then I’m willing to be pushed, Master Crow.”

“Even though this is a demonstration, I urge you to use the safeword the moment you feel overpowered, or it becomes unbearable. I believe I will know before that happens, but I want your promise you will safeword out if it becomes too much. Agreed?”

“Agreed, Master Crow.”

“Stretch out your legs, please.”

Eagerly, she complied, but Hunter detected an involuntary shiver as he and Danton strapped wide ankle cuffs on her legs before attaching them to the thick chains that hung from the rafters.

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