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He stroked her hair Why are you here, little sub? "You could use your safe word, Gabrielle You don’t need to stay"

A pause Her chin firhed and rubbed his cheek on her silky hair, inhaling a feht, Li’ll Miss Stubborn" In that case, he needed to reinforce the lesson she’d just learned Hopefully learned "Respect, Gabrielle A submissive hed like a weary child and whispered against his neck, "Yes, Sir"

"I’lad I don’t think either of us wants a repeat of this" He held her as she settled and relaxed into hi his comfort, which helped them both feel better As a submissive needed the security of a dominant’s arms, the dominant needed to provide it

For some reason, with Gabrielle, his instincts cried out for him to hold her, to shield her, to protect her Did she seem more vulnerable than most, despite the smart mouth, or was he pulled to her cheerful warmth like a winter fire? He tipped his head back and stared at the dark ceiling rafters Da to hi evened out, and her slender fingers unclenched; one hand rested on his shirt over his heart His shoulders relaxed as he realized she was snuggling How long since he had held a woh, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head "Up you go, Darlin’" When she rose, he steadied her on her feet "No me your pussy"

This tihtened Slowly she lifted her skirt and showed hi the mound he’d ordered her to shave

When Master Marcus shook his head in disapproval, Gabi took a step back and tried to blink away the tears filling her eyes Her butt hurt so bad, she wasn’t sure she’d survive ain, Gabrielle," he said and rose, "although I am disappointed" Without further words, he hooked her cuffs together behind her, guided her to the sub area, waited for her to kneel, and attached a chain from the floor to her cuffs

"You just set here awhile I’ll send for you in a bit"

She hadn’t realized how much she loved the molasses-thick warmth in his voice until it had turned cold She lowered her head, unable to summon any ambition to act like a brat

Chapter Five

Well, that had been a The spotter for the Harvest Association sipped his bourbon as Marcus dragged the redhead to the area for chaining up subhtful show she’d put on, but now she appeared rather subdued If one good spanking knocked the defiance out of her, she wouldn’t do at all

Fairly pretty, although a sha price But she was a decent age Young enough to appeal, old enough to have some reserves The ones inexperienced in life tended to shatter like glass The Harvest Association prided itself on offering quality stock, and for the upco an attitude, essentially proood amount of fun before he finally broke his new slave

Well, no hurry to eted two subs from the Shadowlands They could pick this one up in the next harvest if she proved satisfactory

He smiled He did have a fondness for red hair

Marcus would take requests frooods beforehand

Gabi’s knees hurt Her butt hurt Her eyes felt swollen fro mascara undoubtedly made her look like a raccoon But inside she felt…content Warm like when the kitties lay on her sto to find a spark of true anger None there She’d pushed him Mostly as her bratty decoy dictated, but…part of her had wanted to see how far she could go How far he’d let her go

Not far at all, and he’d corrected her instantly Painfully He sure hadn’t done the constant, silent disapproval like her parents And then he’d held her as if the spanking had wiped her slate clean

Had she hoped he wouldn’t put up with her crap? Would take charge and punish her?

After fifteen minutes or so, she still hadn’t discovered any explanation for her weird eht a flash of red

In a short red vinyl skirt and bustier, the brunette trainee who always seeetic trotted over "Hi, Gabrielle I’htened and pulled herself together "You can call me Gabi It’s a little easier"

"Okay, Gabi" The brunette leaned against a chair and o barefoot or wear übersexy stilettos that would leave us crippled More crippled"

Gabi ed a smile "My feet haven’t hurt like this since I waitressed in college"