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He’d think more about that later.
Meanwhile, two yards of diamonds on a thin gold chain that he’d bought last
week felt warm in the pocket of his jeans. He imagined how they’d look, strung
through chain loops attached to the gold collar he had in his duffle bag, and
those tiny rings in her nipples and clit. That thought sent blood slamming into
his cock. He willed it into submission. As much as he wanted to fuck Julie
until neither of them could walk, he intended for them to get to know each
other, too, without the heat of desire clouding their brains. As he turned off
the highway onto the dirt road rutted by traffic from heavy construction
equipment, he set her hand firmly onto her own slender thigh. “Later, baby.”

“Where are we going, Master?” She hadn’t
said much so far, but now she looked around, saw they were bouncing along on
the rutted one-lane driveway that paralleled the Intracoastal Waterway and
offered occasional views of blue, foaming ocean through a curtain of pine
trees, brambles and sea oats.

He lowered the windows, inhaled fresh,
slightly salty air mingling with the smell of pine trees and musty soil. The
smell of home. “My place.”

“You mean the house you’re having built?”
She sounded confused.

He laughed. “Yes. I want to show it to you,
see if you think you’ll like living there. I’ve been imagining you out on the
deck, stark naked, working on your tan while I rub sunscreen on every inch of
your body. Especially here…and here.” Reaching across the console, he tweaked
her pussy and then tunneled his fingers behind the hair of her wig, seeking the
sweet spot just above her hairline. “Can’t have all my personal playgrounds
getting sunburned.”

She leaned her head against his hand then
turned and kissed his palm. “That would never do. Could I rub some of that
suntan lotion all over you, too?”

“You mean here?” He took her hand, brushed
it over his head then laid it over his crotch. “See what it does to me, just
thinking about touching you, claiming every inch of your luscious body?”

“I see. And I love having your huge, hard
cock inside me. Everywhere.”

That last word, so fucking sexy sounding
when she said it, almost made him say the hell with talking and on to taking
her right here on the front seat of the Navigator. He pulled up in front of his
almost-finished house and started to reach for her. When a faint, whining sound
drew his attention to the ground below an unfinished deck, he stopped in midair
and looked for the source of the sound.

“Oh, no. Can we help her?” Julie obviously
spotted the same thing that drew his attention, and she was out the door and
headed toward a scruffy-looking mutt huddled at the corner of the deck closest
to a steel support beam.

“Careful, baby, it may bite.” From the
sound of its plaintive cries he guessed the dog must be in a lot of pain, and
he worried that it might attack out of fear. Jimmy opened the door and slid
out, moving fast to get in front of Julie but trying not to startle the dog
with any sudden movement. He felt Julie right behind him before he saw her out
of the corner of his eye.

“Look. It’s hurt.”

Jimmy saw damp blood matting the dog’s hip.
“I see.” He spoke softly, trying to reassure it as he moved closer. “It’s okay,
we just want to help you.”

“Do you think somebody hit it with a car?”
She spoke softly and moved slowly, her gaze fixed on the muddy pooch that was
feebly trying to lift its head. When the dog looked up at them, pain evident in
its dull, brown eyes, Julie knelt before he could stop her. “It’s okay, we’re not
going to hurt you.”

Jimmy held his breath until he was
confident the dog wasn’t about to hurt Julie. Then he moved in, got a good look
at the wound and pulled out his cell phone. “Our friend here needs a vet,
fast.”

* * * * *

Julie hadn’t had a dog since she was a kid,
but she loved them. From the seriousness in Jimmy’s tone when he spoke to a vet
and the care with which he lifted the dog into the back of his SUV, she
gathered he was an animal lover, too. Almost as though the dog, whom he decided
to call Missy, was a beloved family member, they waited in the vet’s waiting
room while he set her broken hind leg and checked her for internal injuries.

“What kind of dog do you think she is?”

Jimmy shrugged. “Part beagle, maybe. Or
Jack Russell terrier. I’m not sure. I am going to take her, though, if she
pulls through. Somebody must have dumped her on the road before she got hit by
a car. I figure since she found my place, she decided it ought to be her home.”

“I won’t tell a soul, but for a big, bad
football player you’re a real softie.” She smiled at him, certain not just any
guy would have scrapped his plans for the day to help an animal, much less plan
to give the dog a home. “I’m glad. I’m an animal lover, too.”

An hour or so later, when the vet came out,
Jimmy stood. “How is she?”

“She should be fine other than a limp that
may or may not go away. I put in two pins that will need to come out in about
three weeks. If you don’t mind, I’d like to keep her here a couple of days to
be sure there are no internal injuries that haven’t shown up. Somebody dumped
her out of a moving car, looks like.”

Poor Missy. From the way Jimmy looked, he’d
like to strangle whoever had treated a helpless animal like that. “Yeah. You
keep her as long as you need to. And do what needs doing. Don’t skimp with her.
I’ll take care of your bill.”

When they shook hands, Julie got up. “Can
we see her?”

“Tomorrow. If you two are going to keep
her, you should visit her while she’s here, give her the chance to get to know
you. You know, the world needs a few more good Samaritans in it.”

Obviously the vet thought they were a
couple. Julie felt as if they were, at least during this minor crisis. She
smiled up at Jimmy.

“We’ll be by early tomorrow to see Missy.”
He included her, which gave her a warm fuzzy feeling.

Chapter Six

“We’ll go see the house tomorrow, baby. I’m
sorry we had to change our plans for a lazy day before the big night, but it’s
getting to be time now for us to head to the Rebels’ Roost. We can change
there, and you can shave me again before our scene—at least my face. I can feel
the five o’clock shadow on my chin, already.”

She brushed her fingers across his scalp
and over his chin and throat as he drove back toward the ocean. “Mmmm. I see
another reason you usually wear the goatee and mustache.”

Excitement coursed through Julie. He’d told
her they would dress each other in the body harnesses Jimmy had bought and put
their clothes on over them. But now they’d have to do it at the dungeon she
could barely wait to see. Between Jimmy and Susan, they’d piqued her curiosity
about a dungeon where only the interested members of the Rebels’ extended
family were welcome.

“Your safe word will be ‘emerald’,” he told
her. “This is a very private dungeon. Every member is connected with the Rebels
in one way or another, and all of us get tested every sixty days, so nobody
needs to worry about disease. Before we get there I need to tell you a few
teammates are…like your ex. Some will be there tonight. They’ll have Dommes
with them. The three in our group—the Domme and her sub husband and the other
male in their threesome—may be there tonight, or they may not. They aren’t out
of the closet, though. It wouldn’t go over at all if they were, because pro
football’s full of all kinds but especially a bunch of macho homophobes. You
may see Coach Zanardi and Susan, too. As for other Rebels, you probably won’t
know them since you don’t strike me as exactly the world’s most ardent football
fan.”

“I’ve never even seen a pro football game.
But I was a cheerleader in high school. Does that count?”

“Yeah. You’ll see our first home exhibition
game next weekend, the first of many. I want my precious slave in the stands
whenever I’m playing. I’ll bring you out here again on Tuesday or Thursday and
introduce you to the vanilla guys. But tonight everybody here will share our
lifestyle.

“Baby, I’ve never been so crazy about a
woman before. Ever. Come over here so I can pet you while I drive.” When she
snuggled up next to him he kissed her forehead then stroked her bare shoulder
and arm. “I’m gonna collar you tonight. What do you think of that?”

She’d thought he might, from little hints
he’d dropped since he got back from training camp. “I like it. I love the idea
of you being my Master, me being your sex slave. I trust you’ll take very good
care of me.” Like a friendly kitten, she rubbed her cheek against his forearm.

“You can count on that. Here’s the
turnoff,” he said, clicking the right turn signal and turning off onto a narrow
crushed-shell road that led to Rebels’ Roost.

* * * * *

Was she ready? Every cell in her body
thrummed with anticipation. Her cunt twitched and her heart beat double-time as
she followed Jimmy into the dark-paneled lodge. From what she could see, there
was a large public room with all sorts of dungeon equipment, even a spiderweb,
a device she’d only seen once before, when her ex-husband had taken her to a
famous dungeon in New York City. Centered in the room was the fucking chair she
imagined Jimmy might use to restrain her for the scene he’d described.

Beneath the long wrap dress Jimmy had
picked out for her to wear, she was naked, as were most of the submissives she
noticed in the public room. “Nobody is masked,” she commented, a little
surprised to recognize the Rebels’ new quarterback and both starting tight ends
from having seen them do interviews on TV this week.

Jimmy laughed. “What happens here stays
here, just like in Vegas. Subs don’t wear clothes here, in case you didn’t
notice. Most of the women are like you—personal slaves of members. We have
three or four club subs and one club Dom. Donna’s one of the club subs. She’ll
put away your dress.”

“All right.” Wondering if her arousal
showed, Julie unwrapped her dress and dropped it in the striking woman’s
outstretched arms. “Thank you.” When she looked at Donna’s shaggy, grown-out
buzz cut she realized this must be the sub Jimmy had clipper-shaved some months
ago.

The sub lowered her gaze. “If your Master
permits, I will prepare you for his pleasure.”

When she reached to take Julie’s arm, Jimmy
stopped her. “That’s all right, Donna. I will prepare her myself.”

* * * * *

Nobody could see Jimmy decked out in that
leather harness and not recognize him as a sexual Dominant. Julie’s mouth
watered when she saw his cock rearing up against his flat belly, his balls
tight against it. Though a leather band encircled his genitals, it showcased
rather than confined his sex. With his cleanly shaved head and face, he looked
fierce—fearsome to anyone who hadn’t seen him suffering with a hurt pup a few
hours earlier.

Her own pink harness lifted her breasts and
crossed her belly, splitting her ass cheeks and opening her for her master’s
inspection. “God, you’re an angel. And you’re mine. All mine,” he said as he
adjusted the harness around her thighs to give him easy access to her cunt.
“Come with me.”

Her gaze lowered as a slave’s should be,
Julie followed Jimmy into the main dungeon where he motioned to a circular area
in the center where the only equipment seemed to be a small, wooden table
draped with black cloth that covered its top, concealing…

“The instruments of your enslavement, my
pet.”

Was it her imagination or had his voice
taken on a more authoritative tone? And he’d never called her his pet before.
Her exposed skin felt hot, prickly—anticipation or fear or a little of both—as
they entered the dungeon. A white spotlight seemed to follow them as they
passed the empty spiderweb.

They weren’t alone. Colored lights played
over naked subs and masked Doms, briefly highlighting a big, beautiful Domme in
corset and stilettos as she stood over a buff white guy laid out on a fucking
table, his legs spread wide. When she unlocked his cock restraint and stood
back, whip in hand, she inspected his thick, securely padlocked black collar
and the two infibulation rings that now hung free from the end of his cock and
the flesh just behind his scrotum. Then she began wielding the crop over his
thighs, his genitals, his ridged abs.

Sensuous sounds of hard rock music
punctuated the orders of Doms, the moans and cries of their slaves. Farther
along the dungeon wall a collared male sub licked a Domme’s cunt while a masked
Dom held his leash and fucked his ass.

Julie sensed more eyes on her as they
reached the center of the room. Curious eyes. The scents and sounds of arousal
and fucking surrounded them. She’d missed the highly charged atmosphere of the
dungeon, the voyeur’s appreciation for the sort of stimulation that came only
from public submission and, she assumed, public acts of Domination.

“If you want to be my slave, kneel.” Jimmy
sat on the straight chair someone put in his hand when they reached the
red-carpeted circle and the table. “And look at me.”

At that moment she wanted nothing more, so
she went to her knees between his rock-hard thighs and tilted her head back so she
met his glittering gaze. Oh, yes, she wanted to belong to him—body and soul.
But she knew more than to speak before he granted her permission.