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already knew. Even though I knew he didn’t think I was broken, he didn’t think I was damaged goods. “Spank me, Connor.”
    And he’d flip me over his lap and give my ass the lightest little patty-cake spanking. “Like this?”
    I’d know better than to laugh, because all hell would break loose if I didn’t take him seriously. I’d know to turn my head to stare up at him over my shoulder, to meet his eyes and say, “No, Connor,” my voice a whisper. “Please, Connor. Spank me for real.”
    And, Christ, I would feel his cock grow even harder as he’d hold me in place, getting ready for the first part of the evening’s punishment.
    Sometimes he bent me over the hood of his car and striped me with his belt, taking the worn leather off my own waist first, his hands so rough, undoing the buckle, sliding the old brown leather free. Sometimes he talked to me while we fucked, his mouth pressed to my ear, saying the things he knew about me, things I tried to hide from the world. “Such a sweet girl,” he’d say, “That’s what everyone thinks. Right? But I could tell. From the way you walked. From the way you looked at me under those dark lashes, stared at me while you drank your gin.”
    I always wondered how he had known. Can Doms sniff out a sub at twenty feet, like police dogs smelling for drugs? L.A. is a playground for the world’s most beautiful women. And Connor chose me. That’s how I felt when hetook me out to Griffith Park, pushed me firmly against a tree, and whipped me before taking my ass.
    He chose me.
    It made the job search less painful. It made the fact that Byron still would not let me into the house to collect my belongings more bearable. Connor made me whole. I was used to sleeping alone on a sofa, so that part of the equation didn’t matter. Lois and her two roommates actually spoke to me, which created a far friendlier environment than the silent treatment my world had become at home.
    And then Connor arrived at Lois’s early one evening with the announcement that Byron had gotten him fired from the bar. (Jody was part owner of the building, and he had pull.) Connor was more than a bartender. He was a model. But the lack of a steady check was enough to make him reevaluate his world. Now, he told me, he’d had enough of L.A., and he was moving back home to Georgia. Did I want to go with him?
    Georgia.
    I looked out the window, at the fading light turning the bougainvillea a gold-tipped violet. I looked at Connor, with his blonde hair falling into his face, his clear blue eyes, his “I’m gonna fuck you in two minutes” expression. And I shook my head.



Chapter Seven:
Goodbye and Good luck
    “Be ready for me,” Connor said over the phone. “I’ll be over in ten.”
    “Ready?” my voice trailed upward, making a question of the single word, while my mind raced. Ready. I already knew what that meant. Connor had considered our last two weeks together as a sort of sexual boot camp. He spent his days packing boxes of belongings to ship home, saying goodbye to friends, tying up loose ends.
    He spent his nights tying up loose ends, too. Pulling the ends of loose scarves until they tightened securely around my wrists. Fastening a blindfold over my eyes, capturing my ankles with his leather belt. He was determined to educate me, to make my fantasies come true. We took our opportunities wherever we could find them. This was our last weekend together, and we finally had a true place to play. All three roommates were gone until Monday—Lois to Santa Barbara, Nathan to Vegas, Garrett to San Francisco.
    Connor and I had the place to ourselves.
    The night before, he’d surprised me with a bag of supplies from a local sex toy store: a red-and-black paddle, a soft purple suede flogger, a set of silver cuffs. And there were more gifts, ones he didn’t let me open yet. He hadn’t used any on me. But he’d watched as I’d unwrapped each new toy, and when I looked up at him, he cocked a blond