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couple of weeks had been spent acquiring knowledge of erotic techniques she hadn’t even known existed. Now, all she had to do was go home and try them out on Isaac McCoy – if he would let her. At least she had lots of new stuff to write about. Her publisher had called and demanded more erotic stories. It looked like her writing career had taken an unexpected turn. They were asking her to accept interviews, but Avery couldn’t afford to allow this new information to get back to her dad and his church – they would faint dead away.
    Having already said her good-byes to the girls, she hugged the older woman who had broken all the rules and taken in a total stranger. For all Margo could have known, she might have come to cause the house a peck of trouble. Instead, she had obtained an insight into a world she had only heard of in the vaguest of terms. Wrapping her arms around the older matron, Avery placed a kiss on her rouged cheek. “I want to thank you, for everything. You have tried to teach me a lot of stuff, and I know I failed miserably in most of it. But one thing you have accomplished is an increase in my self-confidence. I’m going back to Kerrville a new woman.” The bravado was a front, but she thought she could at least get her foot in the door at Hardbodies. And once she was in – she would have an opportunity to get Isaac’s attention.
    “You have my number, sweetie. Call me if you need anything. And don’t you forget – that man is lucky to get you.” Margo walked her to the door, and watched as Avery strapped her bags to the back of the Harley Sportster. It had taken two days of intense work by the bartenders and some of the regular johns to get her to the point where she felt at ease riding the motorcycle. Trading in her minivan had not been a hardship. The conservative vehicle just didn’t go with her new personality or even with her chosen career. It was time for the world to get a glimpse of the real Avery. Climbing on the bike, she slipped on the helmet and turned the key. A roar greeted her ears and made her blood rush – it was time to set her plan in motion. Avery Rose Sinclair was going home – it was time to show Isaac that the good girl had learned some new tricks.

C hapter Two
     
    Isaac ran a hand over the sub’s smooth tanned ass. She shivered in anticipation. “Please, Master. I need more.”
    A pleading, submissive tone used to be all it took to make him rock hard. Lately, it wasn’t working, and Isaac was doing everything he could to regain the pleasure he used to get from sex. Dammit! He was a Dom! Taking his enjoyment from a submissive woman was one of the greatest thrills of his life. While he could still instruct and guide, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to fuck during a scene. Each time he began – all he could see was . . . . No! He refused to even think her name, not now. She didn’t belong here – not even her name or a thought of her belonged in this setting. Focusing on the woman before him, he spoke - “Trust me, Madelyn. I will give you what you need.” He held his hand out to Levi who placed a leather quirt in his palm. “Are your nipples hard?”
    “Yes, sir,” the woman who was strapped to the waist high bondage table spread her legs as far as she could, as if offering him access to her very soul. “They need to be sucked.”
    “All in good time,” he assured her. “Right now, I’m about to turn this perfect rump a nice shade of pink.” He tapped the quirt on her rear, just to see how she’d react. When she lifted it slightly, as if seeking the sting, he knew it would bring her pleasure. One of the prime duties of a Dom was to give a sub exactly what she needed. But instead of the quirt, he first used his hand, slapping her bottom lightly. She yelped in shock. Liking the response, he massaged her cheeks, trailed down the tender inner flesh of her thighs, coming close…so close to her pussy. Isaac felt his cock stir – but his heart