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liked being his Master.  He frowned as he looked down at t he top of Hunter’s bowed head where he kne lt on the floor at his feet behind his desk.  He had needs and Hunter had needs that they were able to fulfill with each other .  It came quite by happy accident.
    “You’ve been s o good today.”  Granville resisted rubbing his tired eyes; he had spent the entire night searching for his ring with no luck .
    Hunter gazed up at him, adoration plain in his eyes , leaning into Granville’s soft touch.  “Thank you, Master .”
    Granville leaned his head back, remembering the sound the whip made on Hunter ’s white flesh and he hardened.  The hiss. T he crack.  His toy.  The sound of Hunter’s screams, then release and he grew even hard er .
    “Perhaps next time I won’t have to be so rough.”  He pressed Hunter’s head against his thigh, the young man sighed with obvious pleasure.  “But you made me angry.”  He ran his hand over Hunter’s hair, before tangling his fingers in the loose strands, pulling his head back and tipped his face up to take his lips in a demanding kiss.  “You must obey, Hunter.”  He did n’t feel guilt, he felt anger.
    He gripped Hunter’s nape hard and felt the telling quiver that ran through him .  “I do hope you last longer than the last.”  His fingers tightened enough to make Hunter’s muscles jump under his palm.  “I hope you won’t disappoint me again , will you Hunter?”  He could feel Hunter’s whole body tighten, perhaps in fear.  Perhaps in d esire.  Perhaps a little of both.
    A sligh t hesitation before Hunter answered, “Never, Master .  Never.”   His eyes dilated and a flush of arousal washed over his cheeks.
    Granville gave him a nod of approval before he picked up his dr ink and took a healthy swallow, harnessing his rage, the corner of his mouth lifted.  “Good, my pet.”

CHAPTER TWO
     
    A wise old owl lived in an oak
    The more he saw the less he spoke
    The less he spoke the more he heard.
    Why can’t we all be like that wise old bird?
     
    H elplessness nearly suffocated Persephone in its chokehold.   Goose bumps broke out on the surface of her skin, but from fear, not from the cool air that flowed over her exposed flesh .  The coldness seeped into her bones making them almost ache .  S he looked around, no idea where she was, or how close help would be.  There were trees to her right and a flat field to her left.  She raised her chin to peer farther, releasing her breath when she caught sight of a manicured box hedge and past the garden to an enormous three-story redbrick home.
    She for ced herself to calm, to not panic.  She had been so exhausted; she hadn’t been able to keep her eyes open a minute longer.  She had pra ctically slept where she fell .  She wasn’t su re she had the strength to go fu rther and now fear lodged in her throat , it s grip almost paralyzing her where she stood .   She knew his pursuit would be ruthless.  He would never stop as long as he thought her still alive.  She could little afford to stop.  She really shouldn’t have taken t he luxury to rest.   And now she would pay for her weakness.
    It took her a long moment before she was able to draw a nother deep breath, urging her heart beat to calm its race in her chest an d her knees to stop their persistent shaking .
    She was caught by surprise , that even in her frightened state , the man standing before her made her catch her breath.   A devilishly handsome face framed by dark waves with sharp masculine features.  Tall.  Imposing.  Clear b lue eyes sparkling with amusement.  He was broad, nearly blocking what little sun appeared on that winter’s day.  Perhaps it was his kind eyes or the humor hinted at in their depths ?   She reined in her thoughts , a determined set to her mouth.  Almost as if an afterthought, she reached for the ribbon tied around her neck, tugging slightly, then she patted her bodice clutching at the sm