"I may not have been an Army Ranger, but that doesn't mean I haven't learned a few tricks over the years," Luc warned her. "You're not getting away." Satisfied she was in good hands, Deke fished a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door to Jack's secret room at the end of the hall. He wound his way past the computer and desk, to the door at the back of the room, and flung it open.
A dominant's paradise with every manner of toy, paddle, dildo—and, of course, restraint—known to man.
He grabbed a pair of velvet cuffs and some silken ties to wrap around Kimber's dainty ankles. He paused to contemplate a pair of nipple clamps.
Focus, he told himself. Keep her safe. Right now, she's going to be too pissed to fuck you.
Putting the toys in his pocket and in the later category, he rushed back down the hall to see that little had changed. Kimber was questioning Luc's parentage and masculinity with insults she'd probably heard from her brothers over the years.
