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want to learn some things…I’m an excellent leather
handler trainer as well.”
    Brad frowned, not sure what the man was
implying.
    Alesha hid her laugh behind her hand. “He means he
shows people how to use the equipment he makes. It wasn’t an offer
for anything else, Brad.”
    “ Speak for yourself.” Dom K got
the box from his assistant and opened it. “What do you think,
Butterfly?”
    Reaching into the long box, Alesha removed the item.
To Brad it looked like some kind of long fur covered paddle with a
leather handle. Shockingly enough the fur was dyed bright pink.
    “ Oh, Dom K, it looks great. Is
that our initials in the base?” Alesha stared at the round knob at
the end of the handle. “MBU.”
    “ Mustang, Butterfly and Ursus. I
thought you would like that touch.” Dom winked at her.
    “ I do,” Alesha confirmed as she
stroked the fur.
    “ If you said it was for your
Masters, why is it pink?” Brad asked.
    “ Because it’s for them to use on
me. I like pink.”
    Brad shook his head. “I guess.” Frowning, he asked.
“Will you even fill it with all that fur?”
    “ Don’t let the covering fool you.
If a Master knows how to wield it well enough, the sub feels is
just fine, but it will not leave any marks.”
    “ Can you have it wrapped up for
me? I don’t want Masters snooping around when I get home, they are
like to big kids at Christmas.”
    “ Sure thing. Blitzen!” Dom K
bellowed.
    This time a short black man came out of the curtain.
Dom K handed him the box and gave him instructions for it.
    “ Are your workers named after
Santa’s reindeer?” Brad asked as the short man walked
away.
    “ Yes. It’s my holiday fun.” The
Dom moved through the aisles and signaled Brad to follow. “While we
have a few minutes, let me show you some of the items and explain
what they are for.”
    Unable to deny his interest, Brad went with the man
from one stand to another as the older gentleman not only explained
what things were, but also the craftsmanship that went into it.
    Brad was easily taken in by the man’s expertise and
enthusiasm for his work.
    Fifteen minutes later, Brad was once again in the
car with his sister and on their way to the restaurant to pick up
dinner.
    “ When do you plan to tell me why
you went back to the dungeon today?” Alesha shifted in her
passenger seat so that she was facing him more.
    With one hand on the steering wheel and leaning
against the door, Brad attempted to give himself a little space
from his sister and her prying. The conversation he had been
dreading since Brian had mentioned where they went was finally
here. Evidently, Alesha had held her tongue for Brian’s sake, and
had orchestrated him to go on the outing with her so that she could
bring it up and he’d have no way of escape.
    “ We didn’t go to the dungeon we
went to the coffee shop.”
    “ Semantics.” She poked him. “You
know what I meant. So, what gives?”
    “ I thought you gave up being nosey
when we were kids.”
    She poked him again. “Stop stalling. This isn’t
about being nosey, it’s about being there for my brother when I
think something is going on inside his thick head and I can help
with it.”
    Her tone softened at the ended, filled with sincere
compassion.
    Exhaling loudly, to let her know he didn’t truly
want to talk about it with her. Hell, he didn’t even really know
what was going on with him. “Look, Alesha, I’m not even sure why I
went back. Maybe the other night kind of stirred some things inside
me. Curiosity.”
    She glanced out the front window and gave him
directions off the interstate to the restaurant. “Stirred some
things? I thought the night freaked you out. Did it?”
    “ Yes. No.” Another burst of air
came out from his lips.
    “ How about an easier question?
What happened to your shirt?”
    “ That’s not easier to talk about,
because it was confusing to me and I went through it.” He was
honest with her as he got off on the exit.
    “