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  Becca was thrilled. Except for kneeling, that was the first public scene Kendrick had done with her. She tingled all over knowing that anyone who had watched knew Kendrick had her service him. They all knew she served her Dom. And most importantly, she knew. And she wanted to do it again. They hadn’t scened as much as she would have liked, but they were both usually too exhausted by the time each workday was through. He’d spanked her and fucked her several times and he’d lived up to his promise of keeping a plug up her ass as often as possible. She squeezed and grinned at the feeling of the metal inside her.

  Doing a public scene and feeling the submission within it really made the Faire seem real. Real Doms, real subs, real kink. And she was involved. Becca wished the original had had the same feel, but she was glad Kendrick took over. He was just so capable. She had the feeling he could succeed at anything he put his mind to. And she had two more months of being his sub before she had to get back to real life in Seattle. She wrinkled her nose at the thought. Two more months of getting to play Cinderella before midnight struck and she’d have to leave. Well, she planned on making the most of these two months. If it went well enough, perhaps he would ask her to be his sub again next year.

  “Becca.” Alice’s voice had her turn her head.

  “Yes?”

  Sweat trickled down Alice’s brow and she wiped it away. “Alec and David are setting up their stalls. Can you go see if there’s anything they need? If there is, go ahead and do what you can. Or come back and tell me and I’ll find someone to do it.”

  “Sure. Would you like something to drink? Ice water perhaps?”

  Alice smiled, looking relieved. “That would be perfect. In fact, get me an iced coffee.” She dug into her pocket and pulled out some money. “Just tell the barista to make an Alice afternoon special. She knows what I get. And get yourself some water or juice. Don’t want you to get dehydrated.” A wicked grin crossed her face. “Of course, after what you just swallowed, that’s probably not a problem.”

  Snorting a laugh, Becca took the money and went over to Penny University. The barista running the till looked up as she walked inside. “Hi, Becca.”

  “Hey, Carlynn. Alice needs an afternoon special. And I’ll take a cup of ice water.”

  After getting the mugs, she delivered Alice’s to her and walked over to Alec’s Cock and Bull shop. A man who couldn’t be more than five eleven stood in the middle, surveying the space. He had long brown hair tied back at the neck and wore jeans and a t-shirt. He looked normal enough, but one thing she knew about people. One couldn’t be sure from looks how they would be.

  “Come on in,” he said, not turning around. Startled, she took an automatic step forward. He looked over his shoulder, hazel eyes twinkling at her. “Well, now, you must be the famous Becca.” He held out his hand. “I’m Alec Rowland. And this empty space is going to be my shop.”

  His smile was charming and his handshake was firm without being overwhelming. “Alice thought you would need a large space.”

  He snorted. “True enough. Half the place will have equipment and the other half I’ll do demos in. I’m just trying to decide whether to do the demos in the back or the front.”

  “Will there be anyone else to help with sales?” she asked as she looked around.

  “No. Just me.”

  She glanced around. “Then if I were you, I’d put the demo in the front. You could cordon off the back when you’re doing a demonstration just to make sure some dishonest person doesn’t take anything when you can’t watch.”

  Alec gave a fake gasp. “Are you suggesting any of our community would dare to steal?” She cocked a brow and he burst out laughing. “I like you, Becca, and you’re right. Demo in front. And if I find anyone stealing? He will be the one I’ll do the demo on.” He grinned slightly evilly and she laughed.

  “Need any help?”

  “Thanks, Becca, but for now it’s just going to be me dragging all my stuff from the cabin and bringing the displays down here. I’ll spend much of the next two weeks finishing pieces I’m making for someone and then the last two weeks putting everything up.” He let out a slow breath. “Only a month to get this going. I always said Kendrick was crazy. And that kind of crazy always seems to work.”

  He left to start transferring his goods and she walked toward David’s stall which was the closest to the gates. Three people were working there when she stepped up to it. “Hello,” she said and all three turned toward her. David, she assumed, was the older man, probably in his early forties. With short brown hair and blue eyes, he had a charming face. The other male looked like him except he had slightly darker skin.

  “Hello. I’m David,” David said as he removed his gloves and walked over, his hand outstretched. “This is my wife Tayna and our son Ryan.”

  “I’m Becca. Is there anything you need? We’ve gotten the stalls up, but there’s still a lot to do before the Faire opens. We want to be sure you have everything you need to get started.”

  “Definitely,” David said. “And since I have help, it’s even better,” he said with a grin.

  “Actually I have a question,” Tayna said. “I know we have our cabins, but where are the bathrooms down here?”

  Becca pulled out the temporary map. “For this season we’re using porta potties unfortunately.” She pointed the groupings on the map. “In the Faire grounds, this set is for subs, this set for Doms, and that one is for everyone. Next year’s going to be amazing with all the buildings and extras they’re going to add. But with how little time they have to get it going, Kendrick and his partners have really turned this place around.”

  “Were you here before?” Ryan asked.

  “I was. It was awful.” She shrugged. “I don’t think the former owner knew a thing about BDSM.”

  “Who’s your Dom?” David asked, nodding toward the leather around her throat.

  She smiled and fingered the collar. “Kendrick.”

  “Ah.” David’s eyes widened softly. “Well you’re definitely in good hands.”

  “Hard hands,” Tayna teased making Becca laugh. Ryan grinned and went back to unpacking a box.

  “Well, you’ll see us around,” David said. “You may see our son, Luke, as well, but he’s not into kink so I doubt he’ll come down to the grounds.”

  After leaving them with a copy of the map, Becca went to find Alice. She liked most of the people Kendrick had brought to the Faire so far. Some of their personalities made it so that she doubted they’d be fast friends, but they did seem to understand and know kink and at least showed respect for her collar, even if a few acted as if she was below them.

  The afternoon flew by and when five o’clock hit, she was ready for the evening. Having a cafeteria with really good food on site was a real plus, but being able to take the food back and have a private dinner with Kendrick made it even better. She could hardly wait.

  Chapter Twelve

  Kendrick signed the last contract and dropped the pen. He rubbed his fingers as he stretched. That was it. The contract for the final supplies. They’d managed to get everything ordered for the outfitting of the Faire within two weeks. The vast amount of grunt work would take place over the next four weeks before Ye Olde Kinke Faire launched. He looked forward to having a fully working kink club right in his own backyard. Hell. He looked forward to when Elan Township was officially classified a co-op and the summer renters were gone and they could be who they were anywhere on the island.

  Perhaps after the Faire was over in September, he would take Becca out to the trees, tie her up, and—Damn. She’d be in Seattle by then. He frowned. That meant they had less than eight weeks left of their contract. And then she would be gone. Kendrick twitched a little as he considered that. He hadn’t entertained a long-term relationship because he never expected to find one so quickly. The fact was he couldn’t ask her to give up her career when he couldn’t offer her everything. Could he?

  He scratched his ear absentmindedly. In the last fou
rteen days, he’d become quite used to having Becca nearby. Her smiles, her sense of humor, and her passion all combined to make one hell of a woman. Her submission just made it better. It bothered him that he’d had no time to truly work on her submission, to help her expand her horizons. It was something he enjoyed. But he knew to begin with that wasn’t the important part of their short relationship. He’d just looked forward to getting to know and fucking the beauty.

  Kendrick never expected to look forward to seeing her, to running his fingers through her hair, or to pull her naked, sweat-covered body next to his as they drifted off to sleep on the sofa. And yet he did. Becca was a spectacular woman. Why no Dom had snatched her up boggled his mind. And the thought of letting her go annoyed the hell out of him.

  “Get out of here,” Craig said as he walked into Kendrick’s makeshift office. “Go fuck your girl.”

  Kendrick grinned. “I believe I’ll do just that. Hey, how’s Jilly doing?” He hadn’t seen much of Craig’s wife since they arrived.

  “Better. The morning sickness is letting up and we’re almost to the four month mark.” Craig crossed his fingers. “I sure as fuck hope this pregnancy goes the whole way, Kendrick. I’ve told her this is it. Her last try. If it doesn’t work and she still wants a baby, we’ll adopt or get a surrogate. But I’m not going through this again.”

  Kendrick stood and grasped his shoulder. “Hopefully it will. But you’ve helped her through two miscarriages before.” Craig and Jilly were in a strict master/slave relationship while being in an open marriage, but since Craig had himself snipped years ago, he couldn’t have a child. Kendrick never asked where they got the sperm for her pregnancies. There were many Doms who got off on pregnancy kink. Perhaps they used one of them.

  “I know,” Craig said with a sigh. “But I’m not going to allow her to hurt like that again. I’m not exactly the fatherly type,” he said with a wry smile. “Jilly wanted a baby and I’ve gone along with it. But I know that baby will take up more of her time than I would like.” He shook his head. “Good thing we’re in an open relationship. She’s too afraid sex will make her miscarry, so I’ve been finding my needs elsewhere.” After a pause, he gave a wicked grin. “That Cassidy is one kinky sub.”

  Kendrick laughed. “Becca is too. Makes me think we should have visited Seattle more often.”

  “I’m with ya,” Craig agreed. “I’ll answer any questions people come up with. Go on and tie up your girl.”

  Kendrick gave him a sardonic solute and headed back toward his cabin.

  For being early June, it was cooler than he was used to. And while his body hadn’t quite adjusted yet, he enjoyed the thought of hot days and cool nights all summer long. The gravel of the road crunched lightly under his feet as he walked along. Low voices off to his left caught his attention and he half turned toward them. Ryan and Luke were arguing right inside the tree line. From the angle, he wasn’t sure which was which until he realized they were both wearing sleeveless t-shirts again. Since he couldn’t see their tats, he figured Ryan was on the left and Luke on the right.

  “Come on,” Luke said. “School starts soon. I’ve already got an apartment. You can get a job in Port Angeles and besides school, I’ll get one too. It’ll be great.”

  Ryan shook his head. “Luke, you know this is where I need to be. It’s perfect for me. I’m more of a homebody than you, anyway. Plus, I get to hang with people who understand where I’m coming from. But you know I’ll support you going, right? I’ll even stand with you against Mom and Dad if you need it. We’re nineteen and you have every right to leave home and go to school.”

  Luke tossed his head back as if a wild animal being spooked, and stalked away. When he turned back toward Ryan, his voice was low and angry. “Dad doesn’t think I can hack it on my own. That I’ll fuck up if I don’t have someone strong to guide me.” By the way he said those four words, Kendrick could hear David’s voice. “That’s why I need you to come with me, Ry. If you come, he’ll back off. But if you don’t, he’s gonna be a hard-ass. I can’t stay here. Not with all that—“ he waved haphazardly toward the Faire grounds “—going on. I’d have to lock myself up in my room for the duration of the whole summer. And that’s not fair.”

  Knowing it wasn’t his business, even if he did wish he could help, Kendrick continued on toward his cabin, Ryan and Luke’s voices dulled into the backdrop, becoming a part of the crickets chirping away and the leaves rustling in the trees.

  He couldn’t blame Luke for being upset. BDSM was about consent and if he didn’t consent to see it, he shouldn’t be forced to stick around. But there was no way he would get involved with family politics. While he knew David, Tayna, and to a smaller extent Ryan, in a kink aspect, he knew nothing about their family dynamic or Luke. Kendrick held strictly to an attitude of non-interference in things that were not his to command.

  Given how busy everyone was, it was one of the reasons he was glad that the previous owner had put a minimum age on anyone coming to the island. Even the summer renters had nobody below eighteen. Once Elan Township became a co-op, the handling of the subject of children was going to be an interesting one. It would be, for all intents and purposes, a community of people who lived D/s in their daily lives and who practiced kink. They would want to buy in because they wouldn’t have to hide.

  How to protect children while allowing the adults their freedoms was one of the subjects Neil and Alice were in charge of working out. Kendrick wasn’t ready to even consider the rules and regs they would have to add for those with children so that there wouldn’t be any cries of foul play on either side.

  If it was up to him, he would have preferred to create a town with no children at all, but he knew that was impossible. And not just because Craig and Jilly would be having a baby in the fall. Many people wanted families and it would have limited their base to elderly or confirmed bachelor- or bachelorette-types. It would have taken some of the color out of the rainbow of peoples and personalities he hoped their co-op would turn out to be.

  Perhaps they could create zones over the island, places the adults could play and places where children might be.

  As he approached his cabin, he put the discussion between Luke and Ryan out of his mind. Time for dinner and to scene with his girl. That would be a perfect way to end the day.

  A fire crackled in the hearth as he walked in and he quickly looked around the living room and the dining room that sat on the opposite side. The table was set with two place settings, the aroma of the food nearly as tantalizing as the naked sub kneeling next to his chair.

  “Good evening,” he said as he removed his coat and hung it up.

  “Hello, Sir.”

  Kendrick walked up to her and ran his fingers through her hair. How did she get it so soft? There didn’t appear to be any product that kept it in its curly state. “What’s for dinner?” He slid his fingers down over her neck and shoulders before pressing his thumbs and forefingers over Becca’s tight nipples and squeezing. Her only response was a slight increase in her breaths.

  “Chef Michaelo prepared pork chops with a side of chutney, garlic mashed potatoes, and green beans. He also sent along, with his complements, the first dessert created by Slate, our pastry chef. While he didn’t tell me what it was, it looks delicious, Sir.”

  “Good to hear.” So Slate had arrived. He’d been so busy, he had been completely unaware. He’d have to hunt him up the next day and make sure he had what he needed.

  Kendrick pulled out her chair. He took the small towel folded up on the back and draped it across the seat. “Up you get.” Becca slid easily to her feet and sat down as he pushed her chair back in. Once he sat down, they began to eat. The food was delicious. He was glad Craig found Michaelo. The man did wonderful things with everything he touched.

  “How are the shops coming?” he asked.

  She took a drink from a glass of water and paused as though thinking of her words. “They’re going well. I met Alec and David today. Bot
h of them seem to know what they’re doing.”

  “They do,” he agreed. “I’ve known Alec for about eight, maybe nine, years. He’s been making sex toys since he was eighteen. Well, officially anyway.” Becca laughed and he grinned. “Yes, I think he dabbled as a teenager. He’s taught at pansexual and leather events—is respected from both sides.”

  “And he doesn’t have a sub?” she asked.

  “Not currently. I think he released his last one a few months ago. He does a lot of training but has never taken a sub longer than six months.” Kendrick shrugged. “Some Doms aren’t meant for long-term relationships.” He took a drink from his water before he continued. “What did you think of David?”

  “He seemed startled that I was your sub.”

  I bet he was. “I don’t often put a collar around a sub’s throat except in scene. That probably threw him. Meet any of the rest of his crew?”

  “His wife and son Ryan.” She paused and took a bite of pork before continuing. “I’ve never met someone where BDSM goes from one generation to another.”

  Surprised, Kendrick burst out laughing. “I think you’d find it’s more common than you think it is. Kink-involved people seem to divide themselves into one of two camps, with the rest scattered between. One side says “Children must be protected at all costs” and does everything in their power to make sure their kids don’t even know what sex is, let alone that their parents do it. The other camp believes that sex and kink are as natural as breathing. So while they don’t scene in front of their kids, they don’t hide their lifestyle. David and Tayna never hid from their boys that they were in a D/s relationship. Ryan was intrigued as he got older, did some research, and when he was eighteen told his parents he wanted to get involved in the scene.”