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She shook her head

"Beth," Master Z said quietly, "I’ve known Master Nolan for years I trust him What’s more to the point, I trust him with you" He tilted his head and waited for her answer

Beth’s breath hitched Master Z didn’t threaten; everyone knew that It was one of the things that made hi Dom at his side or leave forever "I’ll try, sir," she whispered, although her insides shook

"Excellent" Master Z stepped back "Nolan, your sub, Elizabeth"

She looked at the Do about him seemed hard Mean At least six feet tall, broad shouldered, thickly muscled His darkly tanned face was the reddish-bronze of Native A his upper back, straight coal-colored hair, exactly as long as hers, had been tied with a leather band A long white scar ran over his left cheekbone She winced, knowing exactly how that aze ran over her slowly, inch by inch He didn’t ered on her scars, her breasts, her legs At least she still had on some clothes, was all she could think What would he do to her? If he whipped her, she’d leave She’d have to leave She bit her lip to hide its tremble

"Physical problems?" he asked Master Z

"None Her ave her a fleeting ser

"Spread your legs," he snapped, and she did, the panic wrapping around her and filling her head He brushed a hand across her pussy, through the red curls, and grunted when his hand caant, slim and smooth, and a h her

He saw her reaction i eyes The authority and power that radiated from him demanded submission, and she dropped her eyes

This was an experienced Dom, the type she avoided

"Your safe word is red If I think you’re using it before you need to, I will stop immediately, and ill be done per poured out of a truck, his words taking on the i the earth Her shoulders tried to hunch, to prepare for the pain

"You may use yelloill take it into consideration and may or may not stop Look at ht "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir" The quaking increased, expanding fronore it She could do this She was in the Shadowlands, and there were people everywhere They weren’t alone

"You may address me as Master, Master Nolan, or Sir" His lips twitched "My Liege or Sire ork occasionally if you’re trying really hard to suck up"

"Yes, Sir" A joke…or not? She couldn’t tell, and that realization scared her to death At one time, her survival had depended on the ability to read every nuance in a voice, every expression in a face He gave her nothing

"If I institute high protocol, you will keep your eyes lowered and speak only when per a scene I want your eyes on me" He tilted her chin up, ht down to her toes "You have pretty eyes, Elizabeth Keep them on me"

A compliment? The flash of pleasure at his words disappeared as the sound of her full naulfed her in the memory of Kyler and how his voice would thicken with anticipation "Elizabeth, you didn’t… Elizabeth, you forgot… Elizabeth…" She cringed

Master Nolan’s eyes narrowed, the pressure of his fingers increasing on her chin "Your eyes," he said A pause "Pretty" A pause "Elizabeth"

She didn’t move when he said her nahtly before he asked, "What would you prefer to be called?"

"Beth Please call me Beth, Sir" Would he do that or would he prefer to punish her with her given name?

He nodded and released her When he stepped back, she ed to pull in a breath

"Normally ould discuss your lilanced at her hard limit paper, tore it in half, and dropped the pieces on the floor "The normal procedure obviously hasn’t worked out for you" He lifted his eyebrows and waited

No, no, no She bit back the words Took a breath Another Unable to speak, she ive you what you need Weyou What is your safe word?"

"Red, Sir," she whispered, the treer down her face, his touch war hand, he tilted her head back to take heranykiss she’d expected Instead, his firue brushed over her lips until she opened