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clear he'd
gladly repeat the choking torture.
    Chip rubbed his bruised neck and
increased his pace. "You're going to take this thing off,
right?"
    "Maybe. If you're a very, very good
slave."
    She showed no sign she joked, and he
began to comprehend he'd been thrust into an alternate reality.
"Please tell me this is a game."
    "It's no game. You shouldn't have
followed me. And you really shouldn't have done what you did. Now
you're my slave. Something neither of us wants." Melony unlocked
her car and opened the passenger side door. "Get in."
    "I'm not leaving my car. I'm not your
slave. And I'm not afraid of Frank." He pulled on the neckband with
no result.
    She arched her eyebrows and shifted
her weight onto one foot. "You will leave your car. You are my
slave. And Frank's headed our way."
    Alarmed, Chip turned. The bouncer
stepped off the sidewalk. "Okay. I'm afraid of Frank. But I'm not
leaving my car."
    "Then it's your car and your death, or
it's my car and your life."
    His fantasy had become a nightmare. He
ducked into her car and wondered how fast the biker could run. He'd
bet he could outpace the guy. Melony tossed the leader into his lap
and shut the door. Freedom! He tugged the door handle a fraction
too late. She had hit the lock button on her remote. Unlocking it
manually, he reached for the handle again, but she hit the button
once more as she rounded the front of the car.
    When he unlocked it a second time, she
opened the driver's side door and said, "Your car will be fine.
I'll bring you back to get it another day."
    Frank had grown too near, so running
would do him no good. He settled against the seatback and fingered
the end of the leash. "This really sucks." He shrugged out of his
jacket as boiling anger made him warmer.
    "You have no idea. I didn't want a new
partner. Not right now, anyway." She started the car and backed out
of the space.
    Frank stopped, watching them leave,
and Chip resisted the urge to shoot him the bird. "This isn't all
about you," he bit out.
    "Here's your first lesson as a slave.
It is all about me. You do not exist except to serve me. The
sooner you learn this, the easier your month will go."
    A month! He nearly choked on his
disbelief.
    She pulled onto the street and
accelerated past the speed limit. As the streetlights provided a
strobe effect across the dash and their laps, his mind
whirled.
    "I'm not doing this," he insisted,
heat suffusing his face. "I'm not your slave. I'm not going to
serve you. And what's this business about a month?"
    She punched his shoulder, her knuckles
amplifying pain to the bone. Grabbing the joint, he stared. She
sure could deliver a blow for such a tiny thing.
    "You don't get it," she said, her tone
dripping danger. "Frank will kill you. He works for very bad
people. He will hunt you down and murder you in a slow, painful
manner. He gets off on it. So listen up. According to the rules of
the society, the waiver you signed makes you an inductee. Your
behavior at the meeting partnered you with me. Since I'm a
dominatrix, that makes you my slave. First-time slaves are required
to live with their doms for a month to receive their initial
training." She pulled into the apartment building parking lot. "So,
welcome home. Slave."
    His ears buzzed and a sharp pain
spiked through his temple. "Take me to my hotel. I'll get a cab to
drive me to my car."
    She parked and jerked her keys from
the ignition. "Are you deaf? You're a dead man if you leave." She
tapped a fingertip on his forehead, sending new shockwaves through
his brain. "You did this to yourself. Now pay the price for your
mistakes."
    "This is crap." Chip shook with rage.
Nobody had ever treated him, talked to him, like that. "I don't
deserve this."
    "Neither do I," she grumbled. Melony
got out and gave the leader a tug. "Come on."
    "Are you kidding?" Did she expect him
to crawl over the parking brake and driver's seat like a
dog?
    "No. I'm not giving you a chance to
run. I'd never catch you on these