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over another human,
the way you masters want to do.” Shrugging, she shot Cole a self-deprecating
grin. “I know I shouldn’t complain. BDSM keeps us medics in business.”
    Cole barely managed to rein in his temper.
“I don’t imagine you’ll be getting much if any business from No Bounds. I won’t
allow my employees or patrons to inflict injuries that might necessitate your
services.” Now, though, Cole was beginning to understand the look of fear and
revulsion he’d seen in the medic’s cool blue eyes when she’d first arrived in
answer to his call for help. She’d obviously gotten a warped impression of the
lifestyle he’d chosen, probably back on Earth, although from what he’d seen on
Obsidion, what went on at his competitors’ clubs had obviously reinforced her view.
“I appreciate your taking care of Amber and Ciel though.”
    “It’s my job.” Ulrica picked up her bag and
headed out, but when she paused downstairs at the door, Cole saw tears
glistening in her eyes. “Once the flesh heals, your slave’s brand will be a thing
of beauty. Unlike mine. I will never again show myself unclothed.”
    There had to be a story there, Cole thought
as he watched Ulrica make her way outside and down the street, past the
businesses between No Bounds and The Leather Gallery. There was something about
the healer, something that made him want to know her secrets and keep her from
harm, even though she made it clear by her attitude that she wanted no
protector. He couldn’t help thinking that Ulrica had once been hurt as Amber
had, and that in the healing process she had lost much of herself.
    Cole wouldn’t let that happen to his
beautiful Amber. He did have a problem now, however, because there was no way
in hell he’d put her to work as a club sub the way she apparently expected him
to. No way in hell would he stand by and watch customers sample the woman who
belonged exclusively to him.
    When he went back upstairs, he paused at
the closed door to Ciel’s room. Amber insisted that his sister had no claim on
her, that they were only friends who had sometimes participated in the same
BDSM scenes. But Cole wasn’t so sure. Not that he doubted Amber. He trusted her
implicitly.
    Still, he had a feeling that his sister
might harbor some very proprietary feelings toward her friend.
    * * * * *
    Amber woke slowly, focusing first on a
mural opposite the bed. Excellent artwork, it depicted lovers—a Dom on his
knees, pleasuring his ecstatic slave. The drapes that covered her breasts and
belly were dark blue, like the midnight sky back home on Earth. Like the incredibly
soft bed linens beneath Amber’s seeking fingers. Everything about this room
bespoke luxury and privilege—a taste for beautiful surroundings.
    No one had needed to tell her Cole had put
her in his bedroom. She glanced toward the open window and saw a wrought iron
balcony lit by the three brilliant moons for which the planet Obsidion was
famous.
    Sounds of moving feet and low-pitched
voices drifted to her ears, comforting signs that she wasn’t alone, that life
and business went on around her as she lay and healed. She fantasized that Cole
would be with her but for the pressing needs of readying No Bounds for its
grand opening.
    She hadn’t gotten more than a glimpse
downstairs as Cole had brought her here, but she imagined that the club must be
a beautiful place, much like the one he’d talked about long ago. She’d thought
at the time that his dream was only idle conversation in Earth’s new world
order, where such places were forbidden.
    But he’d done it. He’d made his youthful
fantasy come true, here on a formerly barren planet light-years away from home.
Now she was here with him, longing for the day when Ulrica would pronounce her
healed—ready to serve Cole as her master.
    Pain crept over Amber after she got up and
took a shower, small stabbing sensations around the brand that moved outward,
inward and all around. The sensations