Unconditional (Masters and Mercenaries #5.5)(26)

“You’re going to shoot someone? Can I come?” Serena said as she waddled in. There was no other word for it. She was nine months pregnant. She waddled. Ashley remembered it well. She’d seen Serena walk between her husbands, each man with a hand on her to make sure she was safe.

Ashley had been on her own. Serena had two men, but Ashley had struggled to get out of bed and been forced to wear slip-on shoes because she couldn’t tie them. She got up and surrendered the seat to Serena.

“I have a strict policy of no pregnant chicks at my murders,” Karina tossed out. She turned back to Ashley. “And you should tell Keith because Avery’s right. He’s going to spank you silly when he finds out.”

They didn’t understand her relationship. Maybe they had Doms who wanted in on everything, but Ashley didn’t. “What happens in the locker room…”

All three of the other subs sighed because they knew the drill. “Stays in the locker room,” they finished together.

And that was how she liked it.





Chapter Seven





Ashley watched as Damon Knight attached the TENs unit to a pretty brunette’s nipple and flicked the switch on.

For a potential psychopath, he was pretty delicate with the attachments. The sub started to squirm, but it seemed like a pleasurable thing.

“You’ve been a very bad patient,” the Brit said in his clipped, aristocratic accent. “Do you know what happens to bad patients?”

He twisted the dial and now the sub groaned and squealed.

“He’s sending electricity through her nipples?” Ashley whispered the question.

“It’s mild.” Keith grimaced a little. “Well, not at that setting it’s not. It looks like Master Damon is taking out some of his frustrations. I don’t think he likes doctors very much.”

Master Damon pulled out another set of attachments. “Spread your legs.”

“Is he going to…?” Ashley couldn’t ask the whole question.

“Oh, yeah.” Keith slipped his hand into hers and led her away just as the sub screamed.

She hadn’t screamed her safe word. Ashley had talked to the woman a little earlier on and she’d been looking forward to playing with Master Damon. When Ashley asked if she was afraid, she’d claimed to be a massive pain slut and excited that someone would finally hurt her.

And she’d heard the Brit had a big dick, though he hadn’t seemed interested in using it on anyone. She was hoping to break the Brit’s celibacy.

Gosh, Ashley wanted to see Keith’s dick. “Are we going to the bar?”

That would be a little disappointing. The bar always marked the end of their evenings together. It was a peaceful time after the scenes and play were finished. They hadn’t played together at all. It had been hours and Keith had been very solicitous. Very polite. Very hands-off.

She gave Ryan a smile as she passed him. He was dressed in his leathers and motorcycle boots, very much the big bad manager of Sanctum. He nodded her way but pointedly kept his eyes off her body, which was nicely on display if she did say so herself.

He didn’t look at Keith at all.

“Shit.”

Keith turned, his mouth in a gorgeous frown. His hand slipped from hers. “What did you say?”

Shit. She’d said it out loud and that wasn’t allowed. It was a playful reason for him to spank her. She got ten licks when she cussed in his presence. It had been her idea because Emily liked to repeat anything she said and she didn’t want her baby girl to have a whole vocabulary of curse words.

Maybe they would end up playing. “Sorry, Sir. I said shit.”

“Don’t do it again.” He turned back around and started to head for the bar.

She just stood there. They had an agreement. When she cursed, they stopped whatever they were doing and he spanked her. The week before he’d heard her cuss because she got an order wrong at the bar and before the poor Dom could get his whiskey sour, she’d been over Keith’s lap, counting it out.

Was he bored? Had two weeks with her been enough for him?

“You all right?” Ryan asked. “You shouldn’t be without your Dom, honey. I don’t like the idea of you walking around here alone.”

“Did you say something to him?”

Her brother-in-law frowned. “I do talk to the man, Ashley.”

“What did you say to him?” She didn’t get stubborn often, but she felt it now. She stood up to her brother-in-law. And looked up to him because he was about a foot taller than she was.

“Ashley? Are you coming?” Keith asked quietly.

She didn’t turn around because she wasn’t sure of the answer to that question. She wouldn’t be coming at all if Keith dumped her because her overly protective brother-in-law had decided to inflict some damage on him. She might never come again, and that kind of pissed her off. “I don’t stick my nose in your business.”

Ryan frowned down at her. “Of course you do. You live on my property. You’re in my house constantly. You definitely stick your nose in my business. Do you think I missed the pamphlets about proper business practices in the third world? That didn’t come from Jillian because she doesn’t give a crap about my new idea. And it didn’t magically appear.”