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“But…” What the hell was a full prep?

“Do you need help, chiquita?” the dom asked softly

The leather vest he wore didn’t co his muscular build, and his forearms were the size of her calves Power lifter, she’d bet He could probably rip her clothes off without bothering to undo them first “No, Sir”

Although Master Marcus had pressed his lips together, the corners of his mouth turned up The bastard

She stalked over to where two other subs were changing into slave rags Gabi pulled off her clothing and hung it up She tried to pretend she reainst her bare skin and the a to one side destroyed the illusion She unbuckled her cuffs and hesitated Was she supposed to hang them up too?

“I’ll take them, Gabrielle” Master Raoul took the cuffs out of her hands

Startled at his sudden appearance, she flushed and started to cover herself

He snorted “You have a modest sub, Marcus?”

Shaking his head in disapproval, Marcus joined therip, he ht, I’, darlin’”

He stepped back, and his gaze ran over her slowly, lingering on her breasts, her pussy The air itself seear, and I do like seeing you without clothing”

His open enjoyment warmed her almost as much as the heat in his eyes, and she stared up at hi the earth slide sideways

After a er down her cheek, and the siet prepared for the gardens”

Before she could answer, the uided her to the door

Feet dragging, she looked over her shoulder, hoping for a reprieve Marcus jerked his head in an uno on now

Fine “Whatever,” she muttered and rolled her eyes

Unfortunately that meant she saw Master Raoul’s expression, like one aze, she kept her rass next to the building

A lanky man in leathers waited hat appeared to be a pressure sprayer “I always get this job,” he coet—”

“Because Heather would chop your hands off at the wrists” Raoul turned to Gabi “Hold your hair up for me”

“Why?”

Master Raoul shook his head “Don’t keep pushing, little sub Jake, toss me the switch”

A long, thin stick flew through the air Raoul caught it and slapped it on his leather pants

She took a hasty step back, trying not to cringe I’ to hate pain, and I don’t much like you either

“Do I need to repeat myself?”

“No, Sir” She gathered her hair off her shoulders and held it up with one hand

“Good enough Now hold still” He nodded to Jake

The brown-haired dom pumped the sprayer and turned the nozzle toward her Warhtly scented with lemon, sprayed across her front and, as he walked around her, her back and legs “Done,” he said

Gabi let out a sigh Well, that wasn’t too bad She’d expected worse As she slid a finger down her stoled They’d oiled her like she’d star in a greased-pig contest

Raoul’s grin flashed white in his tanned face, and even in the diht she sa his dark eyes softened He looked entirely different Like a nice person “You have a pretty laugh, Gabrielle,” he said “You can let go of your hair now”

After sliding the switch under his belt, he held his palered, calloused hands, he oiled her unsprayed arm

Just about the time she started to relax, hethe oil into her skin She stiffened Hadn’t Marcus said it would be only him? But she’d screwed that up, hadn’t she?

He was unhappy with her Again