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have obtained a victory and he cocks an eyebrow and states, “You are not there yet, little girl.”
    I work his briefs from side to side with my teeth, pulling them down on his thighs. I can see the amusement on his face as I take his hardened cock into my mouth and begin humming as I suck on it.
    “Such an ingenuitive little slave should be rewarded. Now take your finger and rub yourself while you suck my cock. Oh, and by the way, don’t come.”
    I groan as if in agony.
    “Oh girl, you do know how to turn me on,” he moans.
    I can feel his grip tightening on my scalp as a warm stream hits the back of my throat with his release.
    I try to move my hand almost in a frenzy to clean him up and he growls, “Don’t you move that hand; keep rubbing that clit. That’s it, and don’t you dare come until I’m cleaned up.”
    By now I am whimpering and frantically trying to get him cleaned up before I come. I hear the words, “Come, slave!”
    My body explodes and I lurch up towards him as he watches me, still holding the fistful of hair while he peers down at me.
    With my body spent, he gently laid my head back down on his shoe and I finish where I began, kissing the foot of the Master I love…
    I lick my lips as I look up and view Trent stroking his cock as he stares at me. He nods towards the floor and, without a word, I drop to my knees and my story comes to life as we act out what I just read.



Chapter Six
    Kansas
    I look at a man who trusts no one and I ask him to do something he is incapable of—trust me.
    “I need to call her back and see why she is so persistently calling me. Something is wrong. She is in prison, Trent, and she could be in danger.”
    “Trust you?”
    “Yes, Trent, trust me. I’m here because I want to be here.”
    He flinches as my hand runs over his face. I trace over the scar I feel only serves to make him even sexier than he already is.
    “She mentioned his name, Trent.”
    “Which only shows me he is willing to use your clients in order to get to you.”
    “Do you think he’s dangerous?”
    “I think he’s a fucking quack.”
    “Then that is all the more reason I need to call her back and see what is going on.”
    I watch as he reluctantly pulls my phone from his back pocket and hands it to me, but not without threatening me first.
    “I’ve become attached to you, Kansas. That attachment comes with inevitable dangers. Whether you realize it or not, you belong to me. I will not tolerate disloyalty in any form.”
    “You’re talking to a girl who is in love with your obsession of me. Do you honestly believe I’m going to do anything to jeopardize losing that? Not to mention the sex is great.” I smile and bat my lids, trying to lighten his mood and assure him I have no intentions of going anywhere. His face is an immovable concrete mask which reveals nothing.
    I go through the chain of command to get my client on the phone and keep it on speaker.
    “Some crazy doctor came up in here yesterday and told me if I would let him do a study on me of why I don’t bond with my children, he would help to get me released early. At first I got offended and then I thought, why the fuck not? I mean really what do I care if he thinks I don’t love my kids? If it gets me out of here early, then he can believe whatever he wants to believe.”
    I listen because I don’t know what to say. I also don’t know if this guy is just trying to write a book and make his mark in his line of work, or if he really is dangerous. Just how far will he go to prove his study of RAD is legitimate? I talk to my client a couple more minutes and get off the phone. I’m going to have to process this before I can come to any conclusions. I’m going to have to talk to the one person I do trust—the Executioner.
    I look up at him as I hand him my phone back without reservations. “What do you think? Is this guy dangerous?”
    “That mother fucker is no danger to you,” he hisses.
    The look on his face