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"Yes, Sir." She held still as he unfastened her wrist cuffs and the chain.

Once freed, she pulled in a breath and rubbed her ass, which probably  hurt like hell. She'd have trouble sitting for a day or so. "If you want  the truth … I'd really like to punch your face right now. Sir."         

     



 

He grinned.

She pushed some hair back and faced him straight on. "Nonetheless, I'm grateful for the lesson."

And her honesty was even sexier than her gorgeous body. "Good night then, baby."

"Good night, Sir."





Chapter Four



"Well, Master Fuzzy-butt, I wish I felt like partying." The next night,  Rainie stood in the bathroom, her makeup arrayed on the counter like a  pre-battle army. Depressed and tired, she'd resorted to the heavy  artillery: thicker foundation, darker eyes, and eyelashes long enough to  reach her eyebrows.

She checked the mirror. Not quite slutty, but close. Perfect for  tonight's bachelorette party and the "exotic dancers on the loose"  theme. God, what a theme. Uncomfortable with looking like a  hooker-outside of the Shadowlands-she'd tried to talk the other women  out of the idea and been outvoted. So … just get over it, Rainie.

With a snort, she glanced at the fluffy little dog at her feet. "It's  kind of dumb going to so much effort, really. I mean, a bachelorette  party means all women."

Rhage obviously agreed since his fluffy, wagging tail whipped over the glittering blue nail polish on her toes.

She beamed at him. He was such a good conversationalist. "I can't  believe the clinic didn't find someone looking for you, but thank God  they didn't." Because losing Rhage would break her heart.

He felt that he owned her now, she knew. She grinned. The fifteen-pound  fluff-ball had snarled at her neighbor's dog-and returned to her,  totally convinced he'd saved her from the huge pit bull.

So she'd named him after her favorite fictional boyfriend. "You're my hero, Rhage."

Ears pricked up, Rhage watched her closely. Anything she said was important to him, and how lovely was that?

"I always thought I'd grow up and find my own hero." Rainie grimaced at  herself in the mirror. Obviously, she shouldn't have wasted her youth on  reading and daydreaming. "But I gave up; I'm not holding out for a hero  anymore."

Rhage whined. Did that mean he agreed?

"I don't think heroes exist anymore, puppy." Her ex-fiancé, Geoffrey  Hollingsworth, sure didn't qualify as a knight in shining armor. Or,  maybe he hadn't considered her a prize worth fighting for. The memory  was an unhealed bruise on her heart.

She'd been thrilled when he'd taken her up north to finally meet his family. "This is Rainie Kuras," he'd said.

But when his mother and sister looked down their noses at Rainie's  painfully purchased college clothing, her hopes shriveled. Then  Geoffrey's sister had whispered in her mother's ear, " … foster  care … drugs … "

Mrs. Hollingsworth's lips had compressed tightly. Her gaze, not warm to  start, chilled further. She'd straightened her thin frame. "How do you  do?"

Obviously, Rainie wasn't "suitable," being a woman abundant in  everything except money, respectability, and high-class ancestors. But  then came the moment that really hurt. Despite past experiences, she'd  foolishly expected Geoffrey to put his arm around her and show his  family what she meant to him.

Nope.

Thus, she had learned a romance book was fiction. A hero who truly cared for the heroine was called a fantasy.

And reality was the way Geoffrey had sidled sideways to put distance  between them. The way he'd avoided any discussion of that night. The way  cold had oozed into the empty space where love and trust should lodge.

After a painful breath, Rainie slowly straightened the mess on her counter.

A paw placed on her foot said Rhage wanted the rest of the story.

"Sorry, honey. Nothing more to the tale. My so-called fiancé slithered  out of my life with a ton of excuses. The putz. I'd respect him more if  he'd been upfront about dumping me."

Upfront.

She froze, staring at her excuse-making, equivocating face in the  mirror. Was she really belittling Geoffrey for not being honest after  spending last night getting smacked for doing exactly the same thing  herself? She was always making up excuses to avoid sex or dating or  whatever.

Master Jake had been more right than he knew-and didn't that just suck?

Okay. No more lying. She was better than that. True, she intended to  climb the corporate ladder, rung-by-rung, which meant  using … tact...rather than unvarnished honesty. But she wouldn't abandon  her character as she rose in status.

She scooped up the dog, cuddling him. "Don't worry, puppy. I'll never lie to you. Promise."

Her chin got a quick lick, and she rubbed her cheek on the top of his  fuzzy head. The perfect hero. He didn't judge her by her clothing or her  past mistakes or her horrible childhood. He loved her for who she was  now. How rare was that? "How did I ever live all these years without  you?"         

     



 

After she finished dressing, she opened the huge, black suitcase containing her special stock.

Rhage bounced on his front paws, assuming the contents were new tug-of-war or chase-the-ball toys.

"'Fraid not, honey." Her lips curved as she studied a cock ring. It  could be considered a type of chase the ball, right? "These are sex  toys."

Was that an appalled look in Rhage's chocolate-brown eyes? "Sorry,  dude." She ruffled his ears. "Arranging parties brings in extra money  and lets me hang out with girls instead of truckers." And provided great  prizes for bachelorette parties.

"Hopefully tonight won't run too late." She needed to work  tomorrow-Sunday-to finish the payroll. Because of Cory. She scowled.  "That man-all liabilities, no assets."

First, her "boss" had screwed up the schedule, ignoring a trucker's  requested hours off. Then when the trucker threw a fit, Cory'd fired him  and wouldn't let her mail off a final paycheck. She'd been stomping-mad  furious-which was a trick to pull off in high heels.

And now she had to work tomorrow if anyone was going to be paid. "And  it's all because Cory is one period short of a write-off. No, worse than  that. He's a putrid, piss-drinking, pustule with a pin-sized prick."

Rainie winced. Had she really said that out loud?

Miss Lily had continually tried to mold her into someone with class. And  Rainie'd curtailed her swearing-at least the true profanity. Did  name-calling fall under the "genteel women don't do that" rules?  Unfortunately, she couldn't ask Miss Lily. Not ever again.

Grief hit her so brutally, she held her chest, trying to pull in a breath. "Why'd you leave me?" Like everyone else had.

In a pale peach blouse, pearl necklace, and earrings, Miss Lily looked  out of the picture frame. Her gaze was steady, her head high. Even in a  photo, she displayed dignity. But she'd also known how to lay out the  honesty.

At seventeen, Rainie'd been left for dead after a drug deal gone bad.  Her upcoming destination was juvenile hall, but the judge had seen  something in her. "Would you like to meet Miss Lily?" he'd asked,  referring to his executive assistant from when he'd been some fancy  lawyer. The person who'd helped him become the man-the judge-he was.

Rainie knew his question wasn't about choosing between juvvie and  another foster home-it was about who she wanted to be when she grew up.

At the courthouse, Miss Lily had looked Rainie over and given her a thin  smile. "You can continue on your bobsled ride into hell, young lady, or  you can come home with me and become a lady in truth. Your decision."

Though one eye was swollen shut, Rainie had stared at the woman and  tried not to whimper. Her life was in chaos and Jesus fucking God, she  hurt. Shiz lay in the morgue. She didn't want to be herself any longer.

Years later, Miss Lily shared that she'd planned to turn the judge down, but she'd seen the longing in Rainie's eyes to be … more.

"I'm still trying, Miss Lily," Rainie told the woman in the photo. "I'll make you proud."

As she fought the tears, she knew what Miss Lily's response would be.  Then get moving. Do the next thing. Nothing is accomplished by tears or  moping.

"Yes, ma'am." Rainie returned to the bathroom and fixed the streaking  mascara under her eyes. Enough with the past. This evening wasn't about  her, but about the two bachelorettes, and she'd bust her ass to ensure  Sally and Gabi had fun.

Setting her bag of toys on the tiny dining table, she scowled at the  notebook that was supposed to have Master Jake's homework. She'd  started … and stopped. Like she'd ever share her weaknesses with a man? Or  her disgusting past? Never, never, never.

And the list of what she wanted in a Dom only pointed out her  nonexistent love life. Since Geoffrey, no "relationship" had lasted past  a few dates.

He'd been the one to teach her about BDSM and, although he didn't like  clubs, he'd taken her to the Shadowlands during a visitor's night. With  him, she'd learned she liked bedroom domination. Because of her past,  she kept a tight control over her life, but letting someone else take  charge for scenes and sex was amazing.