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Silence filled the room as I glanced down at the floor in a daze. He did have a point. Everywhere I went ended up in the papers. I was lucky about protocol to get in this place, or else it wouldn’t have been possible. People saw me enter the airport and take off on my private jet, but that’s where it ended. I’d arrived in Denver for a stop, but when my jet took off again, I wasn’t on it. I was in the underground system with military drivers who brought me here. Out in the real world, nothing was private, and I hated that.
“Let me think on it. Learning is a privilege. Prove to me you’re worth that much investment.”
He smiled, nodding. “I’m going to show you I’m the best slave for you. No one will ever be as devoted. You’ll see.”
* * *
“You’re nervous.”
“I’m observing.”
“You’re nervous, and you’re making me nervous,” I whispered, nearly growling through the word. “Do I need to take you home to be with the weakling, and go on my own?”
The wounded expression that swept over my slave’s face disappeared just as fast.
“How am I supposed to protect you if I’m at home?I’m staying.”
“Oh, are you? Are you the Mistress, here?”
The authority that had been in his tone had him opening his mouth, only to close it. He knew he’d made a mistake. The shock was clear, but I couldn’t dismiss the ping of lust it had stirred either. Men were a dime a dozen and rarely any appealed, but the ones who had, were the ones who could put me in my place. I needed that from time to time, and if Mark could do that, I may be in trouble. It went against what I wanted him for. Unless he could be both, but I wasn’t sure that was possible…or even good with his training.
“Forgive me, Mistress. I apologize. I’m trying my best. There’s just so many people. We can barely move without someone almost bumping into you.”
“So don’t let them. If you’re my protector, do your job. Besides, I don’t think it will always be like this. It’s opening weekend and we’ve all been waiting almost a year to get in here. Give it a few months and we’ll probably never have to deal with this again.”
My slave’s brows drew in. “How long will you be staying? I know you have a life on the outside. Will you be here much longer? Will you come often?”
Sadness. I tried to ignore it and stay detached as was suggested by the pamphlet, but I didn’t miss the way his emotion stirred me. I kept my stare ahead, towards the elevator.
“I’m on an extended vacation at the moment. I just finished filming, so you have some time.”
His face relaxed. He kept quiet, but he scanned the crowds, making sure no one got too close. It was in the way he snaked his arm around my lower back to hold onto my hip. A slight pull here. A sway there. A few times his fingers even flexed against me, adding the most delicious pressure as we made our way out of the main building and into the outside city. The moment the elevator opened and we stepped off, we both stood rooted into place.
“Son of a bitch.” My slave cleared his throat. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”
“Son of a bitch is right. Look at all these people. Do you think we can even make it through the road?”
A big swallow, but I saw him stand taller, widening his shoulders as he led us forward to weave through the crowd.
Loud street music played off in the distance and the smell of different foods wafted through. There were lines into some boutiques, and what I assumed was a slave dressed in a yellow wrap, yelled out numbers.
“Forty-two! You’re up, Forty-two!”
“That’s me.”
An old man in a suit surged from a nearby bistro table, taking a bloodied spiked club from a rack as he went inside. Just below the numerous tools was more blood and chunks of what looked to be hair and scalp.
I scanned the name of the shop, nearly running into the couple in front of me as I did.
The Batting Cage
Screams were already coming from the place, but they grew louder as solid thumps began making an impact from inside.
“No way. Is…Is he?”
But my slave didn’t answer. I turned just in time to see his arm shoot out, blocking some large man from crashing right into me. The impact was so powerful it caused the man to spin to the side right into a group of others making their way in the opposite direction. Yells went up and I grabbed his wrist, pulling Mark deeper into the crowd, but it only got worse. The smell of alcohol was almost suffocating. The noise level from the voices and music made me want to cover my ears. I kept stealing glances to my slave, but we both were so focused on making our way through without getting trampled, it was almost impossible.
“Look at that ass! Fuck, baby, come back this way.”
