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penalties. If and when that happens, I quit. We quit. Are we crystal clear?"
    He stared at me so long I started to worry he was having some sort of seizure. Finally, his gaze flickered and he gave a grin, a deranged looking expression that sent ice shooting along my spine. "Cooperation isn't something I need or require of you Bane, because I will get it if I have to beat it out of you. That is my job here as your Dom. And your job as her Dom is to take whatever punishment she deserves. Because if she fails, it means you failed to train her." He poked my chest. "But just so you know. You go against God's plan, Bane, and I will be your worst nightmare come true."
    " Don't flatter yourself, preacher. I learned all about nightmares at the hands of a true master in the third fucking grade. You can make things difficult, even intolerable, for me. You can even break me, that's all fine and good. But you will never be my worst nightmare." Even as I said the words, I knew even though they were true in one sense, he knew my fucking weakness. Tara. And if he was sadistic enough, he could surpass my father.
    He shook his head and stepped around me, dismissing me with a grunt. "You have no clue what a true master is, Bane. But you're about to learn. Be ready to sit down and talk strategy in fifteen minutes."

Chapter Five
     
    I followed him into camp and the Preacher went into the tent with his woman after issuing orders for us to "prepare dinner".
    Steve emerged from his own tent, drenched in sweat and triumphant, like he'd conquered all his demons in a tribal sweat lodge.
    My stomach growled, reminding me it had been a long time since the sandwich I 'd eaten at the airport. Tara and I exchanged silent glances that amounted to her wanting to know what we'd talked about and me trying to reassure her all was fine as I worked quickly to skin and gut the rabbit, wash it, then thread it onto a skewer above the fire to cook. I guessed his woman had started a pot of the freeze dried vegetables and some rice. Unless Steve or Tara had, highly unlikely. At least I thought.
    At the end of fifteen minutes, the three of us sat on the log on our side of the fire and waited. "I'm not eating that poor rabbit," Tara whispered quietly. "The smell is disgusting ."
    " Then don't," I whispered back.
    The Preacher and his woman had yet to make an appearance and resentment flared in my mind. I had better things to do than sit and wait for them while they no doubt got to indulge in one another. I still hadn't had a chance to actually talk with Tara, or even give her a real kiss. Every fiber of my being yearned for her.
    Abruptly, I stood and began to pace. If they didn 't come out in a few minutes, I wasn't going to wait any longer.
    Just my luck, they came out of their tent arm in arm, smiling at each other like a couple of new lovers. Totally absorbed, they came over and took the same seats as earlier. "Shall we get started?" The deep voice sounded more relaxed than earlier but it clearly meant ready or not. Had they been forced into the same involuntary separation that had been imposed on me and Tara between every round? It would be only fair. Somehow I had failed to consider that other partners would be kept apart as well.
    " Tara, would you mind helping Becca serve?" I stared at the preacher, shocked at the respect in his tone. And relieved.
    " Oh, sure." Tara hopped up only to stand and rock from foot to foot. "I can get the drinks?"
    The woman gave her a bright smile. "I will serve the meal."
    Steve stood too. "I'll—"
    " Stay put," the preacher answered. "We need your brains for strategy."
    He settled back down in jerky resolution then grabbed his make shift paper fan and went back to swatting at his face.
    " You all need to sell every single one of those products in four days," the preacher said, "and then some."
    I looked at him . "Just us?"
    " My assignment forbids me to sell."
    What the fuck. "So, they want you to what?"
    He looked at me like I was