Page 109 of Lesson In Honesty

She eyed the new toys, then the huge bins of stuffies needing her help. Hmm, well she didn’tneedthe toys just quite yet, did she? No point getting them out and letting them gather dust…

Crossing over to the first huge container, she peered over the edge. Oh, so many broken and mangled bodies just waiting for her, if she could reach them. The bins were almost as tall as she was, but her determination was unrivaled.

Stepping onto the lower shelf of the unit beside the bin, she hoisted herself up onto the edge, leaning forward to pluck the stuffies that caught her attention first. There, just past the middle, was a bedraggled dragon plush in what might have beena jewel pink color, but it was so stained, it was more of a shit brown.

Oh, she had to see that one in closer detail.

Stretching further, holding onto the metal ledge tightly, she strained for the purple-tasseled tail. Her fingertips brushed it, tried to snatch at the fronds, and she lost her precarious balance, sliding headlong into the furry pit.

Ooops.

Laughing, she grabbed the dragon and rolled clumsily onto her back, holding it aloft. It was a big stuffie, sixteen inches high by twenty long. Not the biggest she’d ever had the pleasure of working with, but still impressive.

Itwasjewel pink; there were traces of the original color remaining, but ninety percent of it was patched with various fluids—belatedly, she realized she should be wearing her special gloves, but it was too late now. There was some kind of pattern in the fabric, love hearts or flowers, she wasn’t sure.

The elongated neck was horribly damaged, chewed by a dog maybe. The stitching was all loose and stuffing spilled out of holes. The felt spikes were mangled and missing.

The head was just… she shuddered. The only time she’d seen something similar to this kind of damage was when Atticus and Alicia’s puppies attacked Alicia’s beloved Mr. Bear and annihilated him.

“I can fix you,” she crooned softly. “You’re going to be my very first project in the Sanctuary, and then we’re going to find you the best home where you’ll be loved and cherished. We’ll get started just as soon as I manage to get out of here.”

“Serves you right for sneaking out, pixie.”

Uh-oh. Mack didn’t sound pleased with her. Frozen, she debated trying to sink into the mountain of stuffies beneath her or simply accepting her fate. Sinking probably wasn’t the bestchoice—she was already aching from exerting herself; muscles she’d never used before Saturday night were complaining loudly.

She lifted her head. “Hi, Daddy Mack.”

Pleasure flared in his eyes before he shook it off. “Don’t try buttering me up, pixie. Liam left specific orders for you to stay at home and rest today. Do you think we don’t communicate about what we do every day?” he asked when her eyes widened. “Getting your pretty ass stuck in boxes and metal bins wasn’t what he meant by rest.”

Ah shit, he must have run into Mistress Violet on his way in.

“If you’re going to make a habit of sneaking over here by yourself, we’ll cuff you to the damn bed. It’s too fucking cold for you to be wandering around on your own, and while the club has security and does background checks on the guests, that doesn’t mean one of them won’t take a fancy to you and whisk you off to their cabin.” Protective anger kissed his voice as his face tightened. “We wouldn’t know where you were, and we’d have to waste precious time going through all the security footage. God help us if you were taken off the premises, out into the forest somewhere.”

With a huff, she wrenched herself upright. “I hardly think a guest is going to want to kidnapmefor nefarious purposes.”

“Why not? There were five men willing to do just that on Saturday night, pixie, and two of them already have you at their disposal. Yeah, let that sink in.” Smug satisfaction lit his eyes and curved his mouth as he approached the bin. “Levi thinks you’re fucking perfect, Sierra, and we agree with him. Fordham would’ve snapped you up in a heartbeat, sharing you with Liam if I hadn’t stepped in first. And Merrick…” He whistled long and low. “All he’s waiting for is another green light from Liam and me. That is one hungry Master when it comes to you.”

She shivered, clenching on emptiness. Liam was a tight fit; Mack was a painful one. Both brought pleasure soaring, sweeping through and lifting her high.

Master Merrick, on the other hand, was a once-in-a-lifetime cataclysmic E.L.E—extinction level event. He was far too much Dom for her to handle, and she both pitied and idolized the woman who took him for her own.

“Um… Master Merrick is a very nice man,” she said tactfully, “but his cock and my… you know… aren’t really physically adaptable.”

A series of muscles twitched over Mack’s face. A second later, he snorted and burst into laughter. Reaching for her, he hooked his hands under her arms and simply lifted her out, setting her on her feet. “You are so fucking cute when you’re flustered, pixie. You can just say he’s too big for you.”

“Yes, that.” Blushing, she clung to the dirty dragon in her arms. Talking about sex wasn’t easy for her when she wasn’t caught up in the heat and adrenaline of a scene. “Is it time for lunch already?”

“Oh no, sweet pixie, you’re not changing the subject when you blush so prettily. How deep can that pink go, hmm?” He skimmed a fingertip over the tip of her ear where the skin burned. “Should I tell you how hot it was, watching him push his big dick into that tight pussy? How hard I got seeing Liam’s cum helping another man stretch you open, listening to you whimper?”

She sucked in a breath, her body remembering the pressure, the pain, the ecstasy that followed. Her panties were suddenly wet, keeping her arousal from trickling down her thighs.

“Your eyes can’t hide anything, pixie. The pupils blew so wide when he fucked you.” Mack groaned, sliding his hand under her hair to cradle her head. “Do you have any idea what it does to aman when the woman he loves is getting railed by someone else? When the perfect pussy he worships is claimed by another?”

“M-Makes you j-jealous?” she stuttered.

“Fuck yes, we were jealous. Liam’s dick was still wet, mine was aching from tip to balls.” His lips brushed her ear. “Just like it is now. More than jealous, pixie, it made us goddamn proud.”

“Proud?” she scoffed, tilting her head so his mouth could continue torturing her ear.

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