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when his instincts were screaming at him to claim the woman as his own. Fuck, he wouldn’t hurt his brother like that. Ryan had never seen Bradley happier than when Melody had agreed to marry him.
    Losing her would devastate him.
    “Doug trains the subs in this club. Ask him.”
    “I would,” Bradley said with a shrug that looked far too casual to be natural, “but I heard that he quit training now that he has a wife of his own.”
    Ryan could feel dread pounding through him. He hadn’t been eager to hand over the woman he loved to be trained by someone else, but he at least trusted Doug. He quickly ran through the list in his head of unattached Doms and just as quickly discarded them all. After the incident with Robert he wasn’t willing to trust his judgment at the moment.
    “You’re the only one available,” Bradley said seriously. “And the only one I trust.”
    Ryan nodded, swallowing painfully as he tried not to think about abusing that trust. He loved Melody, had loved her most of his life.
    “Take your fiancée home. Draw up a training contract and meet me back here in two weeks.”
    Bradley smiled, shook his hand, and then headed back to join Melody in the bathroom.
    Ryan shook his head as he watched Bradley help Melody out of the bath. Training his brother’s fiancée was going to be the second-hardest thing he would ever have to do.
    But letting her go was going to be harder…much, much harder.

Chapter Ten
     
    I’m so nervous I’m nearly bouncing out of my skin. For the past two weeks, Bradley and I have discussed everything about the BDSM lifestyle that I ever wanted to know. It’s been so wonderful to have someone who can answer my questions and make me feel comfortable enough to ask them in the first place.
    I can’t believe I spent so much time hiding myself and my needs from such a wonderful man.
    I’ve also spent two weeks worrying about Ryan. It’s such a relief to know that in only a few moments I’ll be able to see him again. But when he comes into his office, he’s all business. He doesn’t acknowledge my presence at all. He doesn’t make eye contact. He doesn’t even look at the lacy corset and skimpy panties that Bradley insisted I wear or even comment on the fact that I am kneeling at my fiancé’s feet in the pose Ryan insisted upon last time. All he does is reach for the contract that Bradley and I have spent hours discussing and writing.
    Ryan freezes when he reaches page five, but he doesn’t comment.
    Finally he reaches over, grabs a pen, and goes to scrawl his signature beside mine and Bradley’s. But then he stops, puts down the pen, and moves to lean on the front of his desk, his legs crossed at the ankles in an obvious attempt to appear casual.
    “Good to see we still have the same hard limits,” he says to his brother with a smile. He finally glances at me, but it’s only to growl, “Eyes down, sub.” I quickly drop my gaze, suddenly very nervous. I keep trying to remind myself that I know this man, but he’s never been quite so intimidating. I shiver in reaction but almost sigh with relief when Bradley notices, places his hand on the back of my neck, and squeezes gently.
    The silence is starting to frighten me. Again the brothers seem to be communicating without actual words. Eventually though, Bradley says, “It was my idea.”
    I think I understand what part of the contract Ryan is concerned over, but I feel just a little bit smug that he nearly signed it before giving his brother a chance to change his mind.
    “And you’re okay with this contract, little sub?”
    “I signed it, didn’t I?” I ask sarcastically. I’m just a little too on edge wondering what will happen next that I completely forget the correct response. Bradley’s hand tightens on the back of my neck, but it’s Ryan’s response that has me wishing I’d listened to all of my fiancé’s warnings.
    “Up,” he says, lifting me to my feet with a hard grip on my arm. “Bend over