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his neck standing out and his lips parted in a silent shout. For a moment neither moved.
    He collapsed forward, letting her leg drop to the bed as he gathered her to him and rolled to their sides.
    She shuddered as his cock slid from her pussy.
    For several seconds they lay facing each other, catching their breath and not speaking.
    Jacques moved first, rolling off the bed and shambling into the bathroom. She roused herself long enough to make the rounds of the room, blowing out the candles before opening the door to reassure Creature she was not in fact dying a horrible death.
    The pit bull waggled his whole body, sniffing her legs and thighs, giving her adoring licks she didn’t want at the moment.
    Jacques opened the bathroom door and paused, chuckling at either her or the dog, she didn’t know.
    “Done?” she asked.
    “All yours.” He stepped back, and she slid into the bathroom.
    Odalia put her back against the door and blew out a breath.
    The woman who stared back at her had rosy cheeks and a few marks on her breasts and arms. She grinned at her reflection as she cleaned up and paused long enough to brush her teeth and run a washcloth over her face.
    By the time she returned to the bedroom, both Jacques and Creature had settled onto the bed, leaving a little sliver for her. She didn’t bother with clothes and slid in where there was space, snuggling closer to the big man hogging her little bed.
    “Mmm.” He wrapped his arm around her and threw a leg over her thighs. The light from the windows fell on his face, though most of it was shrouded in shadow. He brushed his thumb across her lips. “How’d a girl like you get so kinky?”
    Odalia blew out a breath. Did they have to have this conversation?
    “I was dating this guy who was way too smart for me. Doctoral student for psychology or something. Anyway, I was having…intimacy issues.” Odalia locked the door on those memories and focused on the sweet man who’d done his best to help her. “I liked him fine, but we’d go to doing more and I’d freeze up. His solution was to do a power exchange dynamic because he’d read it in one of his textbooks. Anyway, it might have worked if he had a more dominant personality. I liked it, but he didn’t do it for me. It caused a lot of issues between us. We split, but during the whole thing, my patrol partner at the time dragged it out of me and turns out he’s kinky as a cheap garden hose.”
    “You mean another cop introduced you to kink?” He leaned away from her, his face a combination of disbelief and humor.
    “Yeah.” She chuckled and snuggled in deeper to the pillows.
    “Did kink help you?” he asked, the question she didn’t want to answer floating under the surface.
    Faces, memories she wanted to forget, flashed in her mind. There was no way these past demons would leave her be. She had to live with them, and kink had given her a way to work through it. In the beginning, within the confines of bondage and the ways her Dominants pushed her, she was able to express emotions she otherwise would have kept hidden. They’d accepted her baggage, the marks left on her soul, and she’d moved beyond that phase. Now kink had grown to fit her life, a fun, pleasurable pastime, instead of being a persistent need.
    “Yeah. It did. What about you?”
    It was the conversation every kinkster in the BDSM community had at one point, sort of like the basic getting-to-know-you. The reasons people dove in were different, but ultimately they were all a bunch of sexual adventurers, willing to try something new.
    “It’s always been who I was, bébé .” And, for some people, it was that simple.
    She rested her head on his chest, the sense of completeness swaddling her, wrapping around them.
     
     

 

Chapter Four
     
    Odalia stepped over the threshold of the Midnight Ink tattoo shop and inhaled the unique aroma of ink, lemon-scented cleaner and the human element. The buzz of several tattoo machines and the sounds