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the punishment room.”
    Punishment room...oh my. I can’t wait to see that!
    “I moved several of the stained glass windows to the top level, and they are very effective if you ask me. The last judgement, crucifixion, the resurrection...but my favourite is The Death and Assumption of the Virgin Mary and that is right next to the capture and crucifixion in the punishment room,” Hunter stops briefly, his eyes wide with excitement. This man needs a fucking hobby. “Maybe I’m just crazy, but I also called my dungeons after each of these stories. If you ask me why I did it, I would have to say I have no idea, but the idea fitted at the time.”
    I listened as Hunter continued to talk. If not for anything, for the passion that he spoke with when he talked about this palace, which was more than that. It was his home.
    “The dungeons remained in place as they would come in handy for what the club detailed. Masters and Mistresses Palace is now my life and soul. Sailor, Rumbles, and I have worked hard for years trying to make a safe environment for like-minded people. This was going to be the first BDSM club in this district, with hopefully plenty more to come in the near future. With over a hundred rooms upstairs, it is going to be every man and woman’s wet dream. Of course, all that is coming in time. Right now we have use of about twenty plus the dungeons. The whole downstairs area is turning into a bar, which anyone can use. But it’s the VIP’s that will get to use the rest of the facility.”
    Hunter finishes explaining and stares. I am in total shock. Sailor is in on this and I have no fucking idea. My heart sinks a little at the thoughts of Sailor keeping secrets from me. I can handle a lot of things, but secrets and lies are not one of them. They are my hard limits. My whole life I have lived around secrets and lies and I will never, ever go back to that place.
    The sound of several voices entering breaks me out of my thoughts. I lift my head to find Hunter still looking at me, his head tilted slightly to the side.
    “What?’ I snap, a little harsher than necessary but I don’t have time for games.
    “Nothing.” Hunter says, letting go of my hand. “Give me a minute and I will take you on that tour.”
    I watch as he walks over to the big guy and stretches his hand out to shake it. Hunter is probably one of the sexiest men I have ever seen... and I have seen a few. The big guy points to the open space and back at a large sheet of paper he has in his hand. Hunter just leans over and listens, shaking his head and pointing; oblivious to me checking out his ass, and strong frame. I would bet that man has muscles on muscles.
    I would do anything to dominate him. To have him at my mercy. Watch him fall apart on top, or underneath me. Hear him calling my name as he climaxes...
    “Kat, come here.” Hunter clicks his fingers at me like I’m some sort of pet.
    I roll my eyes and step towards him and his company, being mindful not to show any of those previous thoughts on my face. As I approached, Hunter reached out and threaded his fingers through my own. I looked from our interlocked hands to his face with an arched brow.
    “Kat, this is Barry. He is my building contractor. You will see him around a lot over the next thirty days. Please keep out of his way and I am sure he will keep out of yours. Barry, this is Kat.”
    What the fuck? Really?
    I turn to Barry who looks a little shocked. I remove my hand from Hunter’s and put it out for Barry to shake. I watch as he takes it cautiously.
    “Hello Barry, I’m Kat, a prisoner at this shit hole.”
    I shake his hand and note his soft, warm hands. He retracts his hand all too quickly, and then clears his throat. It’s not to inconspicuous clearing of the throat; it’s the too fucking obvious type, where you know damn well there’s a story behind it.
    “Don’t choke now, Hunter won’t have anyone to finish his mansion.” Brain to mouth filter is fucked today,