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useless as they’d been before. More of the same rope was now nestled in her ass cheeks, against her labial lips, and under the rope belt in front, leaving a loose strand to dangle nearly to the ground. The ball gag had been replaced with wood doweling. A separate rope now cinched her elbows so close together that they nearly touched.
    The man—her master?—stood a few feet away with his head cocked as he surveyed his work. Only then did she realize that her ankles were free, not that she could run like this. Not that she wanted to.
    Wet between her legs and soaking the rope. Heat working deep inside her.
    Slave. His slave.
    As the word resonated, she concerned herself with what her master looked like. Although bright sunlight filtered down through the heavy vegetation, she couldn’t make out his features. His hair was thick and raggedly cut, drifting in the breeze. He was big, outweighing her by seventy or eighty pounds, and many inches taller. His dark shirt clung skinlike to his chest and arms before caressing his taut belly. Jeans covered his lower body like a lover.
    She longed to be that lover, to welcome him into her hot, wet core.
    â€œYou’ll see more of me when you’ve earned the right. You’re beautiful in your bondage. Carry that with you as we travel. Your master proclaims you beautiful. And desirable.”
    Unable to thank him, she nodded. This time she didn’t stare downward but kept her head level and her eyes on him.
    â€œI could have kept you unconscious until we were where your training will take place, but I want you to be part of the process. To feel every step of the journey and know how inescapable it is.” With that, he picked up the loose rope and pulled her toward him. Loving and hating this latest demonstration of his absolute control, she resisted. Then pressure against her labia forced compliance. Instead of reeling her in, he turned away and struck out, a livestock owner bringing his latest acquisition home.
    One step followed by another, a single movement of thigh and calf muscles, mind tunneling inward to where heat waited. No longer alone and free, no longer fighting the beast living deep inside her.
    Rejoicing.
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    â€œYou sound, I don’t know, off.”
    Shaking her head, Saree acknowledged that she should have known better than to try to pull something over on her sister. So much for pretending she’d called Hayley on a whim. “I didn’t get my usual eight hours of beauty sleep. You know what a bitch I become when I don’t feel beautiful.”
    â€œYeah, right. Look, I don’t want to cut this short, but Mazati and I are meeting with the state historical society this afternoon and I need to prep.”
    Mazati was Hayley’s lover, hands down the sexiest man she’d ever known, and unknown to more than 99 percent of the population, a time traveler from ancient Aztec civilization. The story of how he’d claimed first Hayley’s body and then her heart was something Saree still didn’t entirely understand. What she did know was that from the moment the combustion between the two started, Hayley’s fire opal jewelry creations had become works of inspired perfection. Not one for jealousy, Saree wished Mazati could get himself cloned.
    â€œHistorical society?” she belatedly thought to ask. “What’s this, your jewelry has made you so rich that you’ve decided to include them in your will? Let me point out that as your one and only living blood relative, it’s all suppose to come to me.”
    â€œWhich is why I’ve hired a bodyguard,” Hayley shot back. “And I’m learning self-defense in case you decide to bump me off. Seriously, you remember that article Mazati and I had published in World Historian about the role of precious stones in the lives of the Aztecs? Well, we’ve been getting calls from all over. People are starting to see us as Aztec researchers.