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Pet Training: The Perfect Slave
Pet Training: The Perfect Slave
Pet Training: The Perfect Slave
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Pet Training: The Perfect Slave

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After months overseas with nothing to satisfy me, I need a real woman to satisfy my needs. I don't need just any woman--I need one who up for anything.
Then I see her across the room: lush curves, flawless skin, and a mouth that would look striking screaming my name. Once I set my eyes on her, I know there's no going back. 
She doesn't know it yet, but tonight she's mine. 

LanguageEnglish
PublisherPublishdrive
Release dateJul 26, 2017
Pet Training: The Perfect Slave

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    Pet Training - Jenny Lee

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    Part 1

    WALKING through the doors of Club Masque is a homecoming that’s long overdue. After being overseas for three months, I’ve missed this place more than I’m willing to admit. It feels like I’ve never left.

    The familiar sights and smells overwhelm me. The atmosphere of the club is rich and dark, dance music punctuated with the sounds of sex and the occasional scream. It’s early tonight, but already the dance floor is filled, and most of the scene areas occupied. I may have missed the familiarity of the club, but there’s no question that I missed the reason for this place even more. It’s been way too long since I took a sub, used her the way I want to, with absolute control. These long-term overseas contracts kill me. It’s not the easiest to get plugged into the lifestyle internationally, and if you do, there can be entanglements that are better avoided. So instead I opt for the lonely pleasure of my hand and look forward to coming back here.

    I head to the bar, the man behind it catching my eye and raising his hand in greeting. Connor Jacobs is a giant. He’s taller than I am, which is rare. Ever an intimidating force, he’s the perfect choice to have behind the bar at a kink club. No one wants to fuck with him, and if they do they get thrown out on their—usually naked—ass.

    He holds out a hand, and I shake it. Connor.

    He gives me his trademark grin. Rhett, man. Been a while this time.

    Tell me about it. Remind me of that next time I agree to spend three months in Colombia in the dead of Summer.

    I’ll do my best, though we both know you’ll be back out there soon enough. He grabs a fresh glass, drink?

    Maybe later.

    He gives me a conspiratorial smile. Going to play tonight then?

    You better believe it. I’m starting to feel like my dick’s going to fall off.

    Man, I don’t need to know about your dick. He says, laughing, and handing me a glass of water. But you came on a good night.

    Why?

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