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followed.
    “Your membership was originally owned by Grant.”
    She tried to focus on him despite the fury consuming
her. He stopped mere inches from her.
     “When he un-collared you, I took control of it. So
while you’re an un-collared sub, your membership rides on my good graces.”
    Rage overwhelmed her and filled her until she shook. That
rotten, controlling, dominating arsehole! I should’ve gelded him when I had the
chance!
    “Think twice before you lash out, m’gnogag, I
only had your best interests at heart. You were in no shape to deal with the
numerous Masters who wanted to approach you.”
    She glared up at him. “What Masters?”
    He leaned over her and tipped her face up to his.
“The ones who petitioned me for access to you for nearly six months after Grant
left.”
    Her eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re lying!”
    His gray eyes grew ice-cold. “Have I ever lied to
you?”
    She swallowed as she noted the tightening of the
muscles around his sensual mouth. She knew she’d pissed him off, but this time
she hadn’t meant to. An apology was needed posthaste.
    “I’m sorry, Master Alastar. It was my disbelief
speaking. I’d never accuse you of lying to me.” She held her breath while she
waited to see if he’d accept her apology.
    For a long moment, she thought he was going to reject
her heartfelt apology when finally his mouth relaxed.
    “Accepted.”
    She ducked her head in relief. It was to be
short-lived.
    “But the next time you call me a liar, slave, I will
bend you over and warm your delicious backside.” He lifted her chin to look
into her eyes. “Do you understand?” His grip was firm on her chin, not allowing
her to look away from his all knowing eyes.
    “Yes, Master Alastar.” Her reply was barely audible,
but as close as their bodies were, she knew he’d heard it.
    “Good.” He slowly released her face. “Now, for you to
observe in the main room, there are two options. You must wear the silver
inlaid cuffs all of our new trainees wear or have me in attendance. The choice
is up to you.”
    She nibbled on her lip. Was he rethinking his
decision to my earlier offer because Lord knows I don’t want to be mistaken for
a newbie! Hope blossomed inside of her. “I’d love to have your…”
    She was shocked when he held up a hand to stop her.
“Think carefully before you finish that sentence. If you ask for my escort,
I’ll assume you wish to take me up on my earlier offer.”
    The hope which had begun to bloom withered away. He’s
such a bastard when he doesn’t get what he wants.
    “So what’s it going to be?” His voice was cool as if
her answer wouldn’t affect him one way or the other.
    “I’ll take the cuffs.”
    He nodded impassively as if her decision hadn’t
mattered. “Master Simon?”
    Her eyes flew towards the other man. She’d totally
forgotten him once Amery had entered the room, and her disregard of a Master –
any Master scared her.
    A faint tremble quivered within her when Amery took
the cuffs from Simon’s outstretched hand. She watched as he calmly locked the
fur lined silver cuffs around her wrists.
    “There you are, slave.”
    Her chest tightened as he slowly straightened. Any
familiarity she’d hoped to find in his expression was missing. Where has my
friend gone to? Have I lost him?
    As if he could read her mind, he gave a gruff
response. “I’ll always be here for you, Myrna.”
    Relief flooded her. She nodded before standing to
leave. She was nearing the door when she felt his presence behind her. “We’ll
always be friends, but perhaps you’ll reconsider the status of friendship once
you remember what drew you to this lifestyle.”
    She stiffened. “Why do you say that?”
    “Because once you get the itch - you’ll want it
scratched. So you might want to reconsider my offer, slave.”
    She closed her eyes in disbelief. He’s such a
stubborn man. Never knows when to give up. “Amery, please…”
    He ignored her plea. “I