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reality stared her in the face.
The question, he said, is whether you are still bold enough to
complete your training.
She studied the many facets of his sapphire eyes. Determination.
Uncertainty. Hope. All were there for her to see. Challenge also showed in
the chiseled face. She heard it in his voice.
He may have spoken the truth, but he still lied by omission. Now
what? Could she overcome her doubts about him and continue what
they d started?
Pet. Master Jackson took her hand. You may say your safe
word, and this will end. I hope you don t. I know Jon hopes you don t, but
the decision is yours.
The word was on her tongue, but the emotion in Jon s eyes stopped
her.
Three weeks, Rachel. What s that in the grand scheme of things?
Give us three weeks to show you that you were made for this life. Made
for us.
One week. The bargaining words that slipped out of her mouth
were as much a surprise to her as the men.
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Two, Jon countered with narrowed eyes.
Ten days. No more. She held her breath.
He frowned, glanced at his brother. Jack nodded.
She stuck her hand out. Jon cocked a sinful brow, closed her hand
in his, and gave a single shake. His gaze dropped to her chest, reminding
her that she sat nearly nude while negotiating terms with two fully
dressed men who could imprison her in their home if they wanted.
She tried to release his hand. He pulled her onto her knees and
against his chest. The hug caught her by surprise. Her hands hung limply
at her sides.
Ten days. Such a short time to fit in a lifetime of memories. He
cradled her upturned face in his palms. Her hands traveled up his
shirtfront. As his lips approached, her eyes closed. No. Keep them open. I
want you to know who you re kissing, Rachel.
His kiss was not the possessive demanding invasion of her mouth
or the chaste peck he d often bestowed on her before. Instead his lips
caressed hers, his tongue teasing her mouth like a seductive lure. Slow.
Thorough. Infused with emotions she wasn t ready to contemplate.
His hands trailed down her body before falling away. He stood up,
stepped back.
Her heart thundered under the palm she placed between her
breasts. Her lungs labored for air. She turned at a tap on her shoulder.
Jon s brother knelt with his hand extended and a mischievous
smile. The name s Jack...Jackson Sinclair. I must say that it has been an
absolute pleasure to officially meet you, Rachel Morrissey.
She blinked then burst out laughing. Rather than shake his hand,
she gave him a big hug. He quickly took advantage, cupped her ass and
kissed her senseless.
Afterward she sat back on her heels and grinned. So, what do we
do now?
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Chapter Eight
First, a tour of our home and a recap of the rules, Jon said with a
tone that screamed Dominant. He reattached her leash and flashed a grin
when she scowled at it.
I don t think that s necessary any more. I mean, I was hoping we
could move on now. You know...maybe reenact a few of my dreams. She
smiled at the thought.
Jon didn t. Let s go, pet.
She knew he used pet to reestablish boundaries, which was fine,
except those boundaries had been a lot easier when she couldn t see.
Having her sight back meant her nudity glared at her like a neon sign. The
difference in their dress unnerved her more now, since she could pretend
they were all naked before.
Trying to ignore the fullness in her ass caused by the butt plug, she
got up. Her hands positioned to hide her pussy, she followed Jon s lead.
He had a firm ass. His slacks fit like custom made gloves. Jack s
faded jeans and polo shirt offered a more casual vision. Slightly different
haircuts and a tiny mole on Jack s left jaw line provided additional clues
to their individuality.
The house has three floors. Our office, the formal dining, kitchen
and the great room are on the second, or main level. The bedrooms, five in
all, are upstairs. There s a bathroom on every floor, with a few more
expansive ones upstairs. We have a weight room on the lower level,
among other rooms.
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They made their way past the grand staircase, her heels clicking on
the marble floor. The décor was simple, tasteful and elegant. Nothing like
the bachelor pads she d visited in college. The brothers had done well for
themselves, and it showed.
You have a lovely home, as grand as I suspected.
You were peeking, Jack teased with a tug on one of her nipple
rings.
I plead the Fifth. She grinned.
The leash dangled loosely between her and Jon since she could
easily keep up with him now. He opened a door onto a downward
staircase.
What other rooms are down there?
Jon tossed a lopsided smile over his shoulder. You ll see. He
descended with an uncompromising pull on the leash.
Dread raced through her veins until she saw that the space wasn t
anything like a medieval torture dungeon. The stairs ended in a large
room. Finished and well illuminated, it was a game room. A pool table
held center stage. Nearby sat a card table. A mini bar occupied one corner,
to the left of a hallway.
Jack and Jon stood side by side facing her.
What are you supposed to do upon entering a room we re in?
Jack asked.
She answered by kneeling.
To review the rules, pet, Jon began, you will address us by our
proper titles. That hasn t changed, even though you can see.
If you have a question, first ask permission to speak, Jack said.
Otherwise, remain silent unless spoken to.
The only exception is your safe word, which you may say at
anytime. You ll wear only what we provide, if anything. You ll eat only
what we hand you. You re not to pleasure yourself unless told to do so,
and you must obey our commands without pause or complaint. Are the
rules clear so far?
Yes, Sire, she said without looking up.
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If you should break the rules, we will discipline you as is our right
as your owners. The form we use is also for us to decide. You have no
say so. He lifted her chin with a finger. There is no appellate process,
Miss Prosecutor.
Her lips twitched at Jon s use of judicial jargon.
His pull on her leash made her stand. This way. Down the hall,
he opened the door to a dark room. His hand on her back, she entered
hesitantly. Kneel.
She did and Jack flicked the light switch. Across the room, she
recognized the examining table she d lain on earlier as he d shaved her
pussy. Around the room was a collection of other binding platforms,
among them a large X shaped object, a padded sawhorse, eyebolts and
chains. A cage.
Shivers ran the length of her spine. They spread to her legs when
Jon opened the cage.
Get in, pet. His face showed no emotion. No smile of
encouragement.
Without comment Jack unhooked her leash. The collar moved
slightly. Rachel s body ached for his touch, but he was too careful. She
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