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"Why would you think I’rief She waved a hand at hi out Just in case he really was Master Marcus Maybe he hadn’t changed yet or so "The suit? Where are your leathers or latex or…biker jacket or vest? And black? Did you forget to wear black?"

He stared for a second, as if she’d turned into a drooling idiot, and then si from someone who looked like he should have a stick up his ass

She felt heat flooding her face and decided she really didn’t like him Maybe he was the club accountant or adht, she looked past hiet all established before the arrival of the kidnapper--the unsub, as a real agent would call him She frowned Unsub sounded too much like fake submissive That would be me Maybe she’d call him a perp instead

"Best you tell me about your previous experience in BDSM," the suit said, and damn but he appeared totally different when he s diht? "Was it mostly in don clubs? Perhaps of the Goth variety?"

"Well, yeees Why?" Several years ago too, but that’s not what she’d written on her application

He motioned for her to precede him down the hall, and when she stepped in front of him, his hand closed on her nape Fir "I do believe you’ll find a private club a e, diverse incomes, assorted tastes Many doms here wear leathers and black; some prefer other attire"

Her storipped her neck No accountant from the back would act like this--she’d run into a dom In a suit Who called himself…? "You really are Master Marcus?"

"I’m afraid so, darlin’" He stopped at the place where chains hung from the low rafter and released her, only to walk around her slowly as if she stood on a display stand "Is all your experience in public clubs?"

"Uh-huh" In her college days, she’d pop into a club, have soed since then She’d set her sights on the FBI fro anything less than respectable

"I see" He tapped the ribbing on her bustier "Remove that, please"

She stared at him Just like that? I only met you, dammit She hesitated, but the ear After undoing the hooks, she tossed the bustier onto a chair outside the ropes that fenced off the scene area She forced her arnore the air-conditioned draft on her bare breasts

"Very pretty" When he brushed sure fingers over her shoulder, into the hollow below her collarbone, and over the upper curve of one breast, her body woke up from her breasts all the way to her pussy--and that was dauy But he had that ruthless attitude going for hie that put butterflies into her stos

"And did you play somewhere else?" he asked "Privately?"

Her cheeks warone home with a man after, but for kinky stuff, I stayed in the clubs More public or soh to let him restrain you without other people around"

"Ah" She’d never thought of it like that but--okay He was right She nodded

"I prefer to have verbal answers," he said ever so softly "„Yes, Sir" will serve for now"

She couldn’t keep the shiver frouy wielded a razor-sharp voice, no matter how soft it was "Yes, Sir"

"That sounds very pretty, sugar," he said, and the caress in his voice turned all her bones into a seriously mushy state Until he added, "Remove the skirt, please"

She looked up, and his eyes could be just as lethal as his tone Why did he bother to say „please"? She stepped out of the skirt, wishing she’d done y like a fat ass to i the fussy dom She’d come here to lure a kidnapper--a killer--into a trap She shivered

His eyes narrowed "Do you have a proble unclothed?"

Hell Keep your mind on business, Gabi "No, Sir Just cold, Sir"

"U her as if she were the star at a dog show Totally insulting--and yet she felt her nipples contracting to dagger points and a disconcerting wetness between her thighs She shifted to put her legs closer together