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  “It is. Rebecca Leanne Hesse. It’s a mouthful. As far as my kinks?” She sent him a sideways glance and grinned wickedly. “There are a lot of things I like. I’m not into pet play, water sports, scat, knife play, or extreme humiliation. And I’m completely straight so I won’t have sex with other girls. But other than that, the field is pretty wide open.”

  Lovely.

  She cocked her eyebrows. “What are you thinking? You have a contemplative expression on your face.”

  He smiled and leaned back further, getting comfortable. “If I told you I was imagining you tied between those two trees over there, all four limbs stretched out, completely naked while I fucked your pussy and ass until you couldn’t speak and then cut the ropes and let you fall to your knees to suck my cock dry, how would that strike you?”

  Her breathing picked up as he spoke and when he finished, she licked her lips in what looked like an automatic action. She wasn’t trying to appear sexy, though she definitely was. “That sounds fun,” she said in a husky voice.

  He grinned. “Oh, it would be.” There was a point he needed to make. “Becca, you’re under no requirement ever to scene with me. And I mean that. I may own the company that purchased this place, but I will never require a sub submit to me. It goes against my rules and it would be no fun at all. I’m only interested in a mutually enjoyable scene with you. If that works for you.”

  “Just one?” she asked shyly.

  “For starters.” If it was as good as he hoped, he would want more.

  She grinned, looking pleased. “I’m interested.”

  “Good. Meet me for dinner at eight tonight at my cabin. I’ll have a contract drawn up. But you’ll need to heal fast. Because I won’t play rough with you until you are.”

  By the expression on her face, he’d just given her major incentive.

  Chapter Six

  Becca was so excited she could barely stand still. Kendrick wanted to play with her. So Cassidy was right about him at least being bi… perhaps even more than bi since he mentioned dreaming of tying women up. Either way, she was excited to play with him. Just the memory of his words as he told her what he wanted to do to her made her body tremble and her pussy weep. Tomorrow she would talk to Dr. Myles and see what was the quickest way to heal the welts. She didn’t want to wait too long to find out just how rough he liked to play.

  But as much as he turned her on, Becca had a majorly annoying practical side. That side of her had her calling Master Rob as soon as Kendrick left her at her cabin.

  “Rebecca,” Master Rob said, his deep gravelly voice making her smile. She started to relax but as her back touched the sofa, she winced and sat up straight again. “It’s good to hear from you. How is life on Elan Isle?”

  “Good and bad,” she said. “The place has just been bought out and they shut down the Faire until they can make it better.”

  “Better?”

  “Yes. There weren’t a lot of safeties in place,” she hedged, not wanting the place to get a bad rep. One negative word from Master Rob and Kendrick would be in an uphill battle.

  “Why didn’t you return to Seattle?” he asked sharply. “Are they keeping you there?”

  “No. No,” she said quickly. “That was my own stupidity. The new owner seems to have a true club feel in mind for the Faire. And he’s actually why I’m calling.”

  “Oh?” His tone turned amused and heat climbed slowly into her cheeks. “Is he showing interest in you, Rebecca? What’s his name so I can do some research on him.”

  “His name’s Kendrick Finleigh.” She held her breath, afraid he would come out with news she didn’t want to hear.

  “Kendrick bought it?” He let out a low whistle. “I’ve met him a couple times. Good Dom. Has control of himself. I can imagine he wasn’t pleased with how things were run.”

  “He arrived yesterday and the place was shut down this morning with a later starting date for the grand opening. In fact, he’s not allowing any visitors until he gets things done.”

  “Well, I’m pleased. He has an excellent reputation in the community and like I said, I’ve met him a couple times. Watched a single tail demo he did once. The stripes on his subs back were perfectly aligned. It was a beautiful thing. You’ll have to let me know how things go. I keep hoping to hear you’ve found a more permanent Dom.”

  “Me too,” she said with a sigh.

  “You’re greatest asset is also your greatest adversary, my dear girl. You have an overactive mind.”

  “I’ve heard that somewhere before,” she teased.

  “No sass, girl. Elan Isle isn’t that far. I might take a trip over there and tan your hide.” His voice was firm but the caring in it made her smile.

  “Thanks, Master Rob. He seemed like a good guy but I feel better having heard it from you.”

  “Go enjoy yourself, Rebecca. You and I both know you’re happiest when you belong to someone. Just be honest with him about everything.” The way he stressed the last word made her wince.

  She wanted to ask “Do I have to” but knew the answer already. Yes, she did. Kendrick needed to know her quirks so he wouldn’t get frustrated and give up on her before they’d even played. After finishing the call, she went upstairs and went through her outfits. As she’d expected to be outfitted for all her Faire scenes, she hadn’t brought any of her club clothes with her. She desperately needed something sexy to wear.

  Becca also needed to pack since Kendrick told her he would send someone to move her things around five o’clock. With her back still aching from yesterday’s whipping, it took a lot of work but she got her clothes into her suitcases and managed to drag them down the stairs. By the time she did, some of her welts burned and she had the feeling she’d ripped them open. “Damn it.”

  Something told her Kendrick’s parting shot of “Don’t do anything strenuous” had been more of an order than a suggestion.

  Cassidy walked into the cabin just before four. “Hey,” she said, pulling her hair up into a bun. “Where were you? I came earlier but you were gone.”

  “Kendrick and I went for a walk.” The words were out before she could think better of it.

  Cassidy froze and then grinned. “Told you. He wants you, doesn’t he?”

  Becca nodded.

  “Yes! Oh man, you’ll have to tell me what kind of Dom he is. I bet he fucks hard.”

  Her core squeezed at the thought. “Hey, I know you need to pack, but can you help me? I think I tore my welts open.”

  By four-thirty, she was once again rebandaged and dressed and Cassidy had packed and brought down her things. “You’re so lucky that you know you’re staying,” Cassidy said with a sigh. “I mouthed off to the one guy—Craig something—and I don’t think he took it well.”

  “You think you won’t be staying?” Becca asked, startled. She’d just assumed since Cassidy was a sub that she would be okayed.

  “Not sure. And I’d best start down the path. It’s going to take me the full thirty minutes to get down there. Come on. Give me a hug. If I leave, I promise to come for at least one day of the Faire to catch up with you.” They hugged, Cassidy lightly so she wouldn’t bother Becca’s back, and as Cassidy turned toward the door, a knock came at it.

  Cassidy walked over and opened the door and Becca’s mouth almost dropped open when she spotted Kendrick’s friends Neil and Joseph. “Hello,” Neil said with a nice smile. “Kendrick asked us to help you move, Becca.” He turned toward Cassidy. “He also suggested we tell you that we’d like you to stay on. If you’re amenable, we’ll move you as well.”

  The two men gathered their suitcases and she and Cassidy followed them down to another pod of cabins. “Why are we being moved?” Cassidy asked with interest as they walked into their new home. It was another two bedroom with two twin beds in each one.

  “We’re moving everyone as close to the Faire as we can,” Neil explained. “Plus, Kendrick specifically said he wanted Becca as close to him as possible.” He winked. “H
e’s right next door, by the way.”

  After Neil and Joseph left, Becca turned toward Cassidy. “I hope this works out. Or this is going to be a real let down.”

  “Stop thinking that way. Just because a few Doms didn’t work out.” Cassidy put her index finger to her chin. “Let’s see. There was Bart. And Aire. Then Steve.”

  “Don’t forget Kyle,” Becca groused as she unpacked her clothes.

  “Oh, that’s right. The dommabe. Then Ben, Thom, and Mark…”

  “Stop naming them all,” Becca begged. “It’s too depressing.”

  “But none of them had that energy about them Kendrick has.” Cassidy sighed. “I wish I’d been the sub at that whipping post. When you’re done with him, send him my way.”

  “I don’t plan on being done with him anytime soon,” Becca said with a grin. “Maybe you should look at Neil. He’s unattached I think. And cute.”

  “Not a bad idea,” Cassidy agreed. She glanced over Becca’s shoulder at her clothes. “What are you going to wear tonight?”

  “I don’t know. All my club clothes are in Seattle.”

  As she pouted at her incomplete wardrobe, Cassidy put a hand on her arm. “I have an idea.”

  Chapter Seven

  The day had been tiring, but well worth it. Twelve of the old employees had become their employees and they already had a list of fifty people who might be coming to work. They’d know for sure by the end of the next week. Kendrick stretched his neck and pulled his arms out slowly, holding them out until the muscles in his upper back relaxed. Becca’s back wasn’t healed so he wouldn’t do a heavy scene with her. But if things went well he would still enjoy himself with her.

  A slightly evil grin touched his lips. He’d drive her out of her mind while not allowing her to move. Old trick but sometimes the old ones worked the best. And since he couldn’t play hard, he could play with her mind. That was where real play happened, anyway.

  A large pizza sat in front of the hearth to keep warm. Neil had made a run with the ferry to pick up a boat they could use and to get something good to eat. That was something they would need to have in place soon. Good food. When the men and women who would be running the shops and restaurants arrived, that needed to be in place. Nobody would want to take the long trip back and forth every day to get food from Sequim. And cooking at home every day when you’re working your ass off for twelve to sixteen hours wasn’t viable in anyone’s time table.

  Kendrick sent Craig a quick text asking for an update on the kitchen. If they could get Slate and another chef to share it, they might do a cafeteria style meal three times a day until the food places were up and running in the Faire. He blew out a breath. The next six weeks were going to be hectic and expensive. He looked forward to it, but he knew by the time the Faire opened, he and the others would be raw. They needed good food to keep them going.

  A soft knock on his door changed his focus entirely and he strode toward it. He pulled it open and took in the vision in front of him. Becca was completely nude except for some sort of opaque sash would wound her breasts and hips. “Very nice,” he said and stepped back. “Come in, Becca. I hope you like pizza. It’s all I have.”

  She stepped past him and he took a moment to look at her back. Bandages covered three large welts and several others were slightly raised but not bleeding. “I love pizza,” she said in a quiet tone. It did not escape his notice that her eyes were lowered. Good little submissive. But she wasn’t his sub yet.

  “Until we come to an agreement, I’d like for you to meet my gaze,” he said after he closed the door and led her into the kitchen. “Currently your status is my equal in everything until you give that up.” A little shiver of her shoulders made him frown. “Are you cold or was that anticipation?”

  She glanced up, her soft hazel eyes twinkling. “Anticipation. Though I might be cold as well.”

  Amused he nodded toward the box. “Get us both a couple slices while I light a fire. I’m going to have to get used to this Northwest wet cold.”

  “I’ve lived here for almost a decade and I’m still not used to it,” she said.

  “Well, something made you stay.” He put a new log on the fire and closed the grate. “That should warm things up,” he said as he turned back. Becca sat on the sofa, two plates in front of her on the low coffee table. “I must say, I approve of your outfit.”

  She smiled. “Cassidy helped me come up with it. I didn’t bring my club clothes with me. A scarf seemed to work.”

  It worked perfectly. While he could see her dusky nipples, the dips and folds of the scarf played a “now you see it now you don’t” game with his head. And apparently with his dick which was ready to get to the end of the night and slam inside her heat.

  “It works for now,” he agreed. He sat down next to her, making sure to brush her thigh with his. She trembled and he picked up his plate. “So what do you love about the rainy Washington coast?”

  A soft laugh left her lips and she picked up her plate. “I think it’s a combination of things. I love being near the water. I’ve met some really good people in the kink community and they’re like home to me. Plus, I’m employed by the Seattle School system, which keeps me in enough money to survive.”

  Surprised, he turned toward her. “So how did you get off work in May?”

  She rolled her eyes. His palm itched to smack her ass hard enough to stop that. The disrespect in the movement was one of his bugaboos. Craig liked the sass in it. He did not. Thankfully he had full control of himself and didn’t say or do anything. “Cutbacks. Since I graduated with my master’s degree I’ve been working on an as-needed basis, filling in for teachers who are on long-term sick leave. I finally have a contract of my own for next year teaching English to seventh and eighth graders, but this year I was filling in for a teacher who was on maternity leave. Mid-year the school system decided to combine two classes whose teachers were off into one humungous class and the other as-needed teacher got that job. So I found myself without work and this job sounded perfect.” Becca shrugged. “Turned out to be anything but… until you arrived.” She gave him a sideways glance as she took a bite of pizza. The oil from the pizza made her lips glisten in the low lighting and he could imagine her covered in his cum.

  He needed to get them moved on to the contract part of the evening before he exploded. It had obviously been too long since he’d had a sub. His body was like a coiled spring.

  Clearing his throat deliberately, he leaned back against the sofa. As he’d expected, she stilled, aware of the signal, though probably wondering what it meant from him. Kendrick couldn’t wait to find out how much training she had and how much he would have to tweak. They would only be together until she went back to Seattle, which would not give him time to fix any traits he didn’t like, but he still felt they could do well together. Or at least he hoped they could. “Tell me about your training.”

  Becca placed the plate on her lap and turned her body slightly toward him as she spoke. “I met Master Dennis when I went to a club for the first time. He trained new subs and took me on.” A soft smile crossed her face telling him of very good memories. “Master Dennis was strict, but kind, and never lost his temper once. After he’d been training me for about six months, he tried to secure me a place with another Dom, but I didn’t feel comfortable being handed off. So I went out on my own.”

  An independent sub. Interesting.

  “I was with Master Rob for three years. We met just before I got my master’s degree and we aligned in a lot of kinks. He pushed me further than I ever thought possible.” Her soft smile turned into a grin. “I found kinks that I once thought horrifying or disgusting fit me to a T. But he didn’t think taking me on as a permanent submissive was good for either of us. He’s in his sixties,” she explained, “and the forty year difference was fine in his home or at a club, but he was right that we could never go beyond that even if we continued. I’ve worked with other Doms since, but none that felt right.”
/>   The way she hedged those last few words made him cock a brow. “There are many reasons a Dom and sub don’t mesh. What do you think happened with them?”

  She winced and pink flooded into her cheeks. “Master Rob was right,” she said softly.

  “About what?”

  Becca startled as though being surprised he heard her. “I called him and asked him to find out about you. Turns out he met and thinks highly of you.” She fidgeted a little, though he couldn’t imagine why. That had been a very smart thing for her to do. “He reminded me,” she went on in a rush, “that I should tell you of my two main faults.”

  He kept a straight face, but was very interested to see what she felt her main faults were. “Go on.”

  Twice she opened her mouth and closed it again. But finally she raised her eyes to meet his and blurted out, “I think too much and I tend to push people away.”

  Ah. The thinking too much was a wonderful challenge. For some subs, a Dom needed to create a tremendous amount of sensation, enough that the sub was overpowered with them and their brain shut off. For others, it was more a case of trust. Their brain ran like a hamster on a wheel, not allowing them to connect with a scene. It would be fun to figure out which she was. Or even if there was another reason. “How do you push them away?” he asked, wanting a clearer look into that particular problem. He needed to know what to look for.

  Becca took another bite of pizza and took a long time to chew.

  “Rebecca,” he said firmly and she gulped, her eyes wide. “I’m not going to judge you for it. But I need to know if we’re going to go forward.”

  “It’s different every time,” she said in a soft voice. “I don’t even know I’m doing it until after I’ve screwed things up. But it’s like my inner sub knows exactly what button to push to send a Dom, or any man really, running for the hills. My mind concentrates on something, blows it up into something bigger than it is, and the world has suddenly ended and I’ll do everything to save myself. Master Rob explained it’s a form of protection. I’ll push you away before you can push me.”