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at Antonio calling in his fa

ormation to nail the arsonist Cu

t he didn't like his job as an

owla

trainee program. Normally he

lub, submissives who wanted to

meet unattached Doms. N

Understatement. He'd

out now. So this friend of Anto

o the Shadowlands—or she'd bett

t help her along a bit. With a li

club didn

ubroom and stopped, probably

the wrought-iron sconces. Afte

inded him of a pain-slut sub

arm on his bartop and watched

y on top of her head in a don'ttouch-me style. Subtle makeup.

long-sleeved biker jacket.

Antonio coerced him into takin

cking h

with a hint of a Spanish acce

a Eri

simply watched her face. Mos

lips tightened slightly, and

or Sir. I'm in charge of the

to a bar st

like obeying orders? She slid

e counter. Another

find out. Taking his time,

ver her. The flash in her eyes

more equ

tilted her face up.Her muscles ti

st

e, and then he saw it—her eye

her c

hing appealed to a Dom more t

y under

d in there after all,” he murm

one finger over a high cheekbone

nd felt the telling qui

down to the zipper of her bi

und

lden brown eyes held trepida

was trying. It took guts to face

at o

ow half of him wanted to boot

reassure her. Dammit. But neithe

her hair and stepped back

r, her lightly tanned cheeks

'd

nd started with the medical f

He turned to the next page. She'

es. Then the trainee rules. Las

a rule, the ensuing punishment

the

no

issive answers with,

s,

approval. Although she disp

nes beside her eyes eased slight

fused to show

tiff posture, chin up, hands c

iguing puzzle, wasn't she? In sp

be just the sort o

ion checklist, she stiffened

nt trickled through him, light

ss. Maybe assign her a differen

: oral sex, spanki

e swallowed. Perceptive litt

us inte

r a minute. What would thos

ll, he wouldn't mind bending he

nal section on the form. No pri

he'd enjoy teaching her the joys of anal playIf

t bisexual. That would disap

focused on pain. Apparently t

don't want to be whipped,

st the words and

n't he

her throat

king, light floggings, padd

d she whimper or moan? If he

hide her responses. He studied

our time

“Yes, Sir.” Her voic

more and more trouble staying

ears. And you haven't rul

straightened. “Right,” she sai

ced him

g. But unacceptable. H

instantly. “Yes,

her size. Damn, she was cute.

cking one up, he showed it t

ed at the golden leather cuff

how her fears warred with her

wrist in hi

ift of trust. “Good g

f her arm. How long had it be

size? The firm muscle overlaid

y n

. When her whiskey-colored e

protective Dom instincts roaring

hide a little ma

tting her in cuffs surprised h

a trainee,” he said. “We'll put

would indicate you enjoy serio

is fo

hand, he tugged on her hair,

any submissive, trainee or not,

bbon simply indicates