Liv's Journey Read Free Page B

you might be interested in."
    Trey's mind turned to Liv. "I'm not lookin' for a permanent sub."
    "Yeah you are. You just don't know it yet. You'll know her when you find her."
    Trey frowned over his eggs and mumbled. "But will she know me?"
    Ace leaned back and eyed Trey until Trey shifted in his seat. Sometimes, the eight years that separated them seemed like a lot longer.
    "What?"
    "You have someone in mind, don't you?"
    "No. I met someone I'm interested in, but really, I don’t know her. I'm still findin' out what makes her tick."
    "Well, if you want to bring her to the BDSM Boot Camp, you'd best find out quick-like."
    "Yeah, well… Shouldn't we ought to get to movin' that equipment?"
    * * *
    The old house still had that lived-in appeal, even though it was used for small conferences like the Boot Camp groups instead of everyday living. Their father had built the new house after their mother's death, and Trey and his brothers and sisters accepted the change with as much good grace as they could. They understood that their father needed a big adjustment in order to get on with his life as a widower. Still, even knowing that it was necessary, Trey missed the old house with its comfortable wood paneling and narrow oak staircase with the railing he and the other kids couldn't resist sliding down. He'd never forget terrorizing his older sister, Queenie, as she was getting ready for her first date, so many years ago. Chasing her around the house until he tripped and gashed open his forehead. The old scar had healed, but the memory would be precious forever.
    But things changed over time, and the old house had become the Boot Camp Inc. conference center, with casual seating in the main room, small conference rooms in adjacent rooms, and some guest rooms upstairs for overnight conference attendees. Boot Camp Inc. ran at least one corporate bonding boot camp every couple of months, with additional “special” camps like the one coming up thrown in for good measure. The old house was slowly migrating away from its warm charm into something more flexible and business-oriented.
    As they cleared away some of the chairs on the main floor and put some BDSM equipment around the place, Trey imagined Liv trembling with anticipation at each station. She'd arch her perfect bottom up on the spanking bench, and fidget her long legs while standing with her hands up on the trapeze bar. On the x-frame she'd beg for an orgasm while he manipulated her tender breasts and pussy.
    He had to figure out what motivated her and what she was holding back about. If he could find the key to Liv, he might open the door to her submissive heart. Or to a Pandora's box, he reminded himself. It hadn't always worked in his favor in the past.
    By noon, the place was pretty well set up for a BDSM event. Their regular housekeeping service would prepare the upstairs rooms for occupancy the next day, much as they prepared the private cabins out on the ranch for clients who didn't want the dorm-style accommodations of the house.
    Trey took a shower, ate lunch, and gathered up some fresh-baked sugar cookies from Consuelo. He wrapped them in a festive cloth napkin and set out for the photo shoot.
    When he got there, the focus was on Liv. She wore a low-cut silk top, with her breasts pushed up, showing a great deal of plump cleavage. Her linen slacks were tailored perfectly to show off her curves. He wanted to have her in his arms, under his hands, writhing with pleasure.
    He tried to clear that thought as Liv flirted with the camera. It was no wonder they called her a star—she had all the moves down pat, and added her playful, charming personality to the mix.
    Waiting for her to be free, Trey walked over to an empty director's chair and sat down. He was approached by a young woman with her hair in curlers. He smiled at her and stood up. "Am I sittin' in your chair, ma'am?"
    "Oh no. That's the shoot director's chair. He's off doing something. You're safe there for now."