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him and looked over his shoulder at a stunned Sydney.
    Dorian
cleared his throat. “No, you did not, but I was merely staking my claim on this
enticing beauty for tomorrow evening before anyone else snatched her up, Master
Connor.”
    “No,”
he growled, his anger barely leashed. “Master Dorian, she will be accompanying
me tomorrow night as well—” He was cut off mid-sentence by a tiny hand grabbing
his shirt and tugging him around. What
the hell? When he made the full turn, he was met with a very pissed off looking
woman— Syd .
    Her eyes flashed fire at him and her voice raised a full octave
above her normal pitch as she addressed him. “I'm sorry. What was that? I seem
to have missed a conversation or two.” Connor was somewhat taken aback at her
apparent irritation.
    She
was right, though, they hadn’t talked. In fact, they barely ever spoke. He kept
a bit of distance between them so he wasn't tempted to take her to his rooms,
tie her down to the bed, and never let her go. But right now, in this moment,
she was smart-mouthing the head Dom of Paradise, and that did not fly with him.
    “You,
my dear, will ask permission next time you would like to speak. Also, you will
lower your eyes when you address me. Do you understand?” he stated firmly.
    “Do
I? Oh right, the big, bad Dom says so.” She rolled her eyes before lowering her
head. Connor could not believe that his innocent, submissive Syd was being so defiant—a downright brat. Glancing back at
Dorian, even he was in a state of shock. The anger marring his face, he was
sure, mimicked his own.
    Everything
that had just transpired bubbled up and Connor snapped. Pointing his finger at
Dorian, he made his point. “You and I will talk about this later. Right now, I
have a punishment to dish out on a smart-mouthed little sub.”
    Dorian
nodded in agreement, his tone conveying a hint of excitement when he spoke. “I
think I might enjoy seeing this one in particular. I'm sure it will be quite
the show. Maybe I could learn a few things.”
    He
really wanted to punch Dorian in the face, but that would have to wait for
another time and place. With that, he stepped up in front of Syd . Her head was still bowed, but her body was rigid, and
her hands were balled up tight by her sides. She obviously knew what was coming,
and she deserved every bit of it for the little tantrum that had just happened.
And he was most definitely going to enjoy every minute of it as well.

 
    Chapter Three
     
    Sydney
knew she was in trouble for her blatant insolent behavior when Master Connor weaved
his thick fingers into her hair and tugged her forward, giving her no other
choice but to follow obediently down the hallway.   She knew full well she’d crossed the line when
she smart-mouthed him at the bar. She just hadn't been able to stop herself. From
the moment she’d arrived, she was in a mood, and his arrogant display just
pissed her off. Apparently, he was also in a mood, one she hadn’t seen before. Normally,
he was so controlled, always in command of everything around him, especially
his own emotions. Tonight, that clearly was not the case, which confused her.
    She
stumbled more than once as he led her to the center of the room, hauling her
over to the empty set of stocks. Her heart rate kicked up a notch when he
stopped in front of the thick wooden device. Defiantly, her chin lifted, not
giving him the satisfaction of a reaction, even though she was uneasy about his
intentions considering the anger that poured from him in waves. Even the
onlookers wore puzzled expressions at the sight.
    “You
have no fucking idea what you started tonight, Syd ,”
he growled as he threw the top wooden lid of the stockade up, the hinge
creaking quietly.
    His
hand remained wrapped around her hair, gripping the strands tightly at the base
of her skull. She tumbled forward when he tossed her half naked body against
the stockade… hard. Pushing her head in the smooth curve, he barked, “Put