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though she were the center of his world
the way Cole did. She could hardly wait to serve him the way a slave should
serve her master. “Thank you, Master.”
    “No thanks needed. It’s I who should be
thanking you. It’s true. I want to know all about you. Where you lived, what
you did before you moved into our neighborhood.”
    Like all Cole’s orders, this one was
couched as a request, but Amber knew he meant for her to talk, to re-live that
difficult time. “Before I came to live with my grandparents? My parents
traveled. Most of the time I went with them, but they decided I needed formal
education and left me at boarding school before they took my baby sister and
went on that last trip. Their plane crashed.”
    It still hurt to think about it. She’d
never be able to forget the sad look she’d noticed on the headmistress’s
usually jolly face that day when she’d called Amber into her office and told
her the news. What had hurt worse was the obvious reluctance of her elderly
grandparents to take in the child of their own daughter, whom they’d disowned
because she had chosen to live a BDSM lifestyle with Amber’s father.
    “So you came to Scarsdale?” Cole prompted.
    “Yes. I’d never felt so lonely before.
Never. Not that my grandparents didn’t feed and clothe me, but they never talked .
Until I met Ciel, I had no one. No one at all.” Older, street-smart Ciel had
taken her under a well-manicured wing, introduced her to the world of bondage
and domination. She’d called Amber the perfect submissive, one who found the
ultimate pleasure in pleasing others. Perhaps she was. Back then, she’d wanted
nothing more than to make those around her happy, because evoking a smile, a
snippet of praise, had meant everything to her.
    Cole had been a playmate, a friend, someone
who helped her with homework when she had trouble with concepts she’d missed
learning during the time she’d traveled with her parents instead of attending school.
As they’d grown up, she had developed a crush on him, but he’d never seemed to
see her as a woman—only as a childhood friend and his sister’s confidante.
    Now all she wanted to do was please Cole in
every way. She longed to feel his punishment as well as his desire. She needed
that to break deep-seated past feelings of guilt and worthlessness. Maybe with
him she could reach a sexual peak, but that had never happened without the
pain.
    She had no doubt that he would treat her
gently, because that was how Cole was. She knew, though, that she craved the
humiliation of being on public display for others’ amusement, the adrenaline of
fearing this time would be the last. She had to have that arousing fear that
the Dom of the moment would someday take her past the point of no return.
    If only she were certain that Cole truly
wanted her and all her hang-ups. She hoped she wouldn’t become a liability to
his political aspirations here on Obsidion, just as he had become one to his
father back on Earth when he’d protected her and Ciel from harm. “Please take
me, Master,” she said. She needed reassurance. Needed him.
     
    Cole couldn’t resist Amber any longer. He
didn’t want to resist. Not when she begged him to take her and not when he
sensed her lack of confidence, her fears.
    He stood and looped his fingers into the
waistband of his jeans, unbuttoning them and shoving them and his underwear
down in one quick jerk. Taking his cock in one hand, he moved close enough to
feel her warm, damp breath on its throbbing head, then put his knee on the bed
and positioned himself, his cock in easy reach of her soft, sweet lips.
    “Kiss me,” he growled. When she swirled her
pink tongue around the slit at the tip of his cock, he skimmed his free hand
over the rich, pale fall of her hair, along the gentle curve of her spine,
being careful as he did not to touch the healing but still-tender brand.
    “I wish I’d killed him for hurting you.”
When he spoke, she sighed, then