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the usual precautions.” Panic forced her eyes wide. “You won’t write me up in your report, will you?” she said, her voice an octave higher.
    Deborah was delighted by this turn of events, because now she could really trust this woman. Her fear made her an ally.
    â€œNo. No, I won’t. Just so long as you don’t let on about me.” She took a sip of her liquorice root, thinking she ought to say something else to cement her identity as an official. “Just make sure you always inform clients of the risks from now on.”
    â€œYes, of course.” The bartender hung her head a little, then spotted a customer that needed to be attended to and hurried off.
    Deborah was pleased for the alone time. Events seemed to be going in her favor. Even the things that seemed to be going wrong, somehow turned right. And Marcus was here. She could sense him, taste his pheromone, unique and all his. Yes, it was mixed with others, but it was his. Distinct as a thumbprint.
    Dare she take another oxytocin hit? The pipe and mask lay just at her fingertips. She reached out, almost touching it, then snapped her hand back, lifting her drink instead. She couldn’t risk tripping out into ultimate unity at a bloody bar when she was so tantalizingly close to her lover. She sipped the drink slowly, taking in everything she could around her, filing it away for when she might need it.
    Draining her glass, she nodded to the bartender and hopped off the stool, still a little unsteady on her feet, and walked back out to the main lobby.
    Scanning the throng of chattering women, her heart bulged as she found the sign she was looking for.
    Viewing Chamber One .

 
Chapter 3
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    â€œCome on, we really must make a move.” Angelo’s voice was soft but firm.
    The reunion had been passionate, emotional, exhausting, and sexy as hell. Lena took a good long look around the chamber where the three of them had just made love.
    â€œI know, I know,” she said as she sensed his unease in the doorway, glancing to where he could just see the sun setting. “It’s just...you know, I’ve been here for so long. I just want to commit it to memory—leave it in a good place in my mind, not a bad one anymore.”
    He kept silent, so she took that to mean than he understood. The chamber. The place where she had been punished over and over again by The Wasp who had just left with her assistant Cheryl. They were all free now. Free to go where they wished, as long as they stayed hidden from those who would return them to such a place.
    Lena wondered if Angelo could understand how she’d grown fond of The Wasp—the one who administered her lashings and dominated her sexually. Lena had always sensed the yearning, the longing in the prickly, cold little woman and besides, they had explored the boundaries of sexuality together. Lena wouldn’t forget the thrill she’d felt when The Wasp had allowed her to fuck her with the strap-on. The one Lena herself had just been fucked with by Mae and Angelo. The recent memory flooded her senses and her skin prickled with arousal again. Her body was aching in that sex-used way, and she relished the gentle winding in her pelvis where she’d been stretched and ravished .
    â€œI mean it, Lena.” Angelo’s voice was firm and it only added to her heightened sense of excitement. “We have to leave now. Please,” he said more softly as he touched her shoulder, pulling her around to face him.
    He stooped to pick up her bundle of clothing and other bits and bobs she’d thrown together, and her heart bubbled at the sight of his manly frame bowing before her. She resisted the temptation to scrape her fingers into his hair and force his mouth onto her pussy. In honesty, she didn’t think her body was capable of any more loving; it was her mind that seemed to be the problem right now. Mae was off in another room and they could hear her calling