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and displayed.
    Her clit twitched anew. She was aroused, aroused by the
exposure. But how would she feel when that mysterious someone else came through
the door?
    Ross stroked her wrist, slid his palm along her arm to her
breast, tweaking her nipple. He licked and sucked one nub, then the other. Her
need increased and she squirmed against her bonds. While he kissed her breasts
he drew a hand down her side, ending with his fingers in her pussy, his caress
raising cool flames of desire racing along her skin.
    She closed her eyes to better enjoy Ross’ touch.
    The door chime sounded and her eyes popped open. Oh, God…
Who was going to see her this way? She didn’t mind Ross tying her up and
fondling her. Oh, no. He could do that all day. But others?
    “I could play with your sweet cunt forever.” He finger-fucked
her for a few strokes and sighed. “But duty calls.” He left, presumably to
answer the door.
    Kathie struggled with her feelings. She decided that she’d
better get used to other men gawking at her, touching her. The dealers operated
out of an orgy house. More than one man might ask her master for use of her
body.
    Would Ross allow that? If so, could she handle it?
    She heard the clatter of heavy motorcycle boots on slate and
every muscle tensed. She turned her head to see who’d come in. Ross was there,
of course, but to Kathie’s surprise he wasn’t accompanied by a man. Instead,
two people strode into the room. One was a thirty-something woman with long,
streaky blonde hair. She had on the sort of clothes that no one in San Diego
ever wore except in a bar at midnight—leather from head to toe, red lipstick
and goth-black eye makeup. Her skirt was a wisp of black leather. A black
leather vest exposed tanned, muscular arms sprinkled with tattoos of stars,
butterflies and red roses. She carried a turquoise, sequined satchel in a wild
animal print and talked nonstop.
    “Sorry I’m late, Zack, but the traffic was unbelievable.”
She dumped her satchel on the table.
    Her companion was the kind of man Kathie had anticipated.
Most tattoo artists enjoyed their craft and this tall, thin guy had indulged.
Every inch of his flesh that wasn’t covered by his wife-beater and jeans was
adorned, except his face. Oddly, he possessed large, doe-like brown eyes and
full lips, a very sensual mouth for a man. His brown hair was down to his
waist, apparently clean, and neatly brushed into a ponytail clasped at his
nape.
    He smiled at Kathie. “Who do we have here?” His speculative
glance swept her, lingering on the restraints.
    “I could ask the same question.” Ross quirked a brow at the
woman. “Darla?”
    She fidgeted. “I don’t know you, Zack, and when I go to a
strange man’s home I never go alone.”
    “That’s reasonable,” Ross said.
    “This is Toby.” The woman—Darla?—gestured. The man gave a
gentle smile.
    Ross nodded. “Darla, Toby, this is Belle. She’s agreed to
bear my mark.” Ross placed a possessive hand on Kathie’s bare mound. “Here.”
    Tense, she bit her lip. She’d agreed, hadn’t she?
    Toby must have sensed her tension because he said, “That’s a
good idea. If your relationship doesn’t work out, your muff will cover it up.”
His voice was casual, as though he and Darla tattooed sex slaves on a daily
basis.
    “It’ll work out,” Kathie said. She glanced at Ross. His
expression was unreadable.
    Darla reached into her satchel and took out a couple of
items. Kathie guessed that one was an electric tattoo gun. Toby plugged it into
the wall while Darla opened a jar of petroleum jelly, smearing a thin film over
Kathie’s pussy. Darla shaved it again, working with quick, expert hands.
    That Toby and Ross were watching wasn’t lost on Kathie.
    Darla snapped open a new packet of needles and fiddled with
her machine. “What mark, Zack?”
    “My initials, Z.G.”
    “Fancy, plain, curlicue?” From her satchel, Darla pulled out
a notebook, flipping it open. She set it on