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identified as a switch had been a stroke of genius. They all liked to imagine they’d be the one to use him in perfect safety, to play at submission, or to collar and command him if they felt like it.
    But Kartane didn’t believe in being commanded.
    He got hard remembering the look on each of their faces the moment they discovered their mistake. He enjoyed their begging, their tears. He loved the sight of red welts rising on pristine ass skin.
    Most sadists did.
    And Subspace, with its buffet of masochists, sadists, and switches, was the perfect place for kinksters to hook up with complementary play partners. It just wasn’t the perfect place for true Goreans like himself.
    Yet.
    He leaned across the table to give the hot little thing a whiff of his pheromones. “You keep looking at me with those big, innocent eyes, I might start to wonder what dirty thoughts you’re hiding behind them.”
    Amethyst suddenly swung down into the booth, her warm thigh pressed against his. “No need to wonder. She’s thinking the same thing I once did: what a sexy, great-looking guy. She has no idea what a pig you really are.” She smiled sweetly at him.
    Kartane controlled his fury with an effort. “I don’t recall inviting you to sit down.”
    Amethyst flipped up her middle finger, still smiling. “Sit on this, honey.”
    Bambie started to scoot away. “Maybe I should go. . . .”
    “Sit,” Kartane commanded.
    Amethyst also spoke to Bambie. “See what kind of macho bullshit you’ll put up with? He’s no switch, and he’ll never be a bottom, babe. And it gets worse, trust me. He’s a Gorean. Means he’s an oinker straight out of the fifties. Eighteen-fifties. Or whenever it was that men were cavemen and women were property. His wife left him for beating on her. Not the good kind of beating.”
    Kartane fought for calm. He addressed Bambie as well. “Amethyst, here, wishes she were a man, complete with penis.”
    “I don’t need a penis to complete me.”
    “No, you need one in your mouth to shut you up.”
    Amethyst presented him to Bambie. “See? Goreans should come with a sign or a tattoo or something so people know what they’re getting.”
    Bambie scooted off the seat. “Leaving now. Have a nice life, Kartane.”
    “You fucking bitch,” Kartane snarled at Amethyst.
    “You think all women are either bitches, or for fucking. When I own this place, you will so not be allowed inside.”
    “You won’t ever own it,” he snapped. “Not if I have anything to do with it.” Then he shut his mouth. He shouldn’t let anyone know his plans. Subspace was nearly his. The perfect location and the perfect recruiting ground. Stupid to jeopardize it by blabbing his plans. His gaffe in revealing too much increased his fury at Amethyst. “You really do wish you had a dick, don’t you. To mark your territory? Bitch like you’d piss down your own leg if you didn’t squat.” He heard the bitterness in his own voice, saw the others who’d gathered around their small booth, and knew he’d lost even before she delivered her zinger:
    “True. I don’t have two whole inches to point with like you do.”
    Kartane shoved her aside, pushed through the crowd with reckless disregard. He had to flee the battering explosion of laughter. The taste of humiliation filled his mouth, thickened his throat.
    Clenched his fists.
    Kartane controlled his rage. Later, he promised himself. Soon, so very soon. The time for disciplinary hitting approached.
    He could wait a little longer.
    So many things frustrated him lately. Ever since realizing his Home Stone no longer resided in its customary place. And how long had it been before he’d even noticed? Weeks? Months? He’d snapped at people and been off his game from that moment of discovery.
    He supposed his frustration was only appropriate. Such a loss should naturally bother him. With his Home Stone gone, he’d lost his Gorean honor. It was as if the Priest-Kings were punishing him for his