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Just one word, and her body instinctively obeyed. Before any order reached her brain, she was already upended, her rounded buttocks perky and ready.
Holy shit, I’m in trouble.
The wail in her mind continued in a mantra. It wasn’t the prospect of him inspecting her, it was the thought of his hands on her body that quickly metastasized into an almost uncontrollable urge. If that wasn’t bad enough, feeling his hard, muscled frame pressed against her legs from behind ramped up the voltage. Her libido unhinged like a five-alarm fire with a white-hot flash of heat to her loins.
What mortified her more was that the moment he touched the slip of satin covering her hips he would know…
He would know just how the thought of his hands on her body caused her loins to react, turning her pussy wet, sticky, and ready… for whatever he proposed.
Chapter Three
Hunter
“Did I imagine what I just saw?”
The perplexity on Reece’s face would have been funny under different circumstances. There was no discounting the fact that Hunter’s action of branding the redhead had been a spur-of-the-moment decision—in complete contradiction to his rule never to participate in the trainee parade. Now, he opened the door to a public display of his interest in her.
“Since we both know she’s an imposter, who better than me to take her in hand?” Hunter grinned devilishly. “Who knows, before the end of the night, I might already have all the information we need to nip whatever she’s here for in the bud.”
Except that wasn’t the reason you slapped that bracelet on her arm, dickhead.
He ignored the taunt in his mind. Now wasn’t the time to debate semantics.
Possessiveness, desire, and lust went hand-in-hand with the sexuality of man. A concept as old as time, as far back as Adam and Eve. Hunter questioned his sanity when those feelings became tangled with the web of deceit that presented itself in the sensual persona of Lillian Pringle.
He knew she was lying about who she was and why she was there—facts Meredith would soon confirm. None of which reduced the level of testosterone that flooded his veins as he watched one Dom after the other inspect her gorgeous curves. His fingers itched in anticipation of touching her silky skin.
As the owner and Master Dom of Club Sensations and the submissive training academy, he had a reputation that stemmed from the kind of man he was—unmoving, steadfast in his beliefs, and goal orientated. Of course, he was also a tormentor of subs with the touch of Midas, except in his case, he didn’t turn his objects into gold—he turned them into a boneless mess of complete submission.
“Do you think the aim is to discredit you? Ruin your reputation as a businessman by using your lifestyle preference against you?” Reece’s attention remained on the trainees, assessing all the time.
“I’ve been open about my lifestyle choices, Reece. Owning a legitimate BDSM club and training academy is proof of that. There has never been a backlash against Ground Zero or me as a business owner in the ten years since I opened the club. No, my gut tells me the club and the training academy are being used as a gateway to get close to me.”
“Are you saying someone has a personal vendetta against you?”
Hunter chuckled as he shot a sideways glance at him. “You watch too many movies, my friend. No, I don’t have enemies, but it could have something to do with business. More specifically, the new designs and developments we’ve been working on for two years. The day we hit the circuit, our ratings and shares are going to skyrocket. That’s the only reason I can think of why someone would worm their way in here under false pretenses… corporate espionage. If anyone gets their hands on our designs, they could easily release a slightly adapted version ahead of us.”
“Which would make yours appear to be a copycat product.”
“Exactly. I worked too hard on this, Reece. No one is going to usurp Ground Zero Software Engineering Solutions from its throne. Discrediting me as the creator of something phenomenal and groundbreaking, even less.” His eyes turned dark and stormy. “Especially not a sensual redhead who is totally out of her depth.” He noticed Reece’s pensive look. “What? Do you have another theory?”
“When was the last time you spoke to Stone Rothman? What if it’s him or one of his cousins she’s after? You know there are always superfans who would sell their souls to get to Castle Sin. We also know that since they’re big-time movie stars, they’ve kept their BDSM lifestyle a secret.”
“Whatever she’s after, I’ll find out soon enough.” He pushed away from the arch. “Now, it’s time for some fun.”
“You do know the rule on branding a trainee, right?”
“I made it, Reece. Of course, I do.”
“Just checking. You seem very keen to be the one to scene with the redhead.”
“Oh, I am. I intended to find a masochist to ease my frustrations tonight. Now, I’m in the mood to crumble any and all resistance. Little Miss Fraud will do just as nicely.”
“I do believe you’re going to be challenged, Master Crow.”
Hunter smirked with unconcern as he prowled toward Lillian Pringle, who now stood alone on the platform. All the other subs had accepted invitations and were already in the dungeon. The moment he had clipped the personalized Master Crow bracelet on her wrist, she became persona non grata. Doms knew they couldn’t make her an offer, but they had the freedom to inspect her to evaluate their interest in her, should they decide to challenge Master Crow when he claimed her. When that happened, the decision remained with the trainee sub without fear of any prejudice from the Master Dom in his evaluation. She was the one who chose the Dom she would scene with.
No matter the disposition the redhead found herself in, she embraced her role with gusto. Proof of that was in how perfect her form was in the present position. Shoulders straight, she stood perfectly upright with her hands clasped behind her back and breasts proudly jutting forward. Although not required unless in the presence of a Dom, her eyes were lowered. Gold star rating achieved in posture.
