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and pointed to a bare wall.
    “Through here is a doorway, accessible only from the security area. See, no knob on this side. We can position the cameras to watch this chair. Del can either watch the room from the bank of cameras or from the chairs in the far corner.”
    “I see.” She cleared her throat. “If you have security cameras viewing this room, can’t you review the footage and see if anyone holding a video camera is in the shot?”
    He shook his head. “They point only at the stage areas. Our primary concern here is for the safety of the players. We make sure everything that happens on stage is consensual. If there’s a hint that something is not, we bust in. But we do not regularly monitor the audience. For our scene only, we will change the camera positioning.”
    “Wouldn’t the blackmailer be able to spot Del if he was watching from one of those chairs?” She gestured across the room.
    “Come with me.” Alejandro held out his hand to her. Shanna looked at it then looked at him, before reluctantly placing her hand in his. Immediately, sparks danced in his palm, down his fingers. God, he could hardly wait to get his hands on this woman. For the moment, he led her across the room instead, to a dark pair of padded armchairs. He gestured for Shanna to sit in one. He plunked down in the other.
    “In this corner, the light is too dim for anyone in the audience to discern more than a shadow. Players cannot see back in this corner. It’s a good place for Del to hide, if you want him nearby.”
    “It’s dark.”
    A click and a whoosh alerted Alejandro to the fact the players’ stage door had opened. He glanced at his watch. Noon. Right on time.
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    In walked a broad man dressed in leather pants, a half-mask—and nothing else. Colorful tattoos covered his left arm. He held hands with a woman, clutching her fingers in his.
    As small as he was big, as delicate as he was strong, the petite redhead followed him to the bed. She wore a flowing floral skirt that ended at mid-thigh, a button-down blouse in a soft ivory and a pair of pink high-heeled sandals.
    “Are you wearing a bra, slut?” he asked.
    “No, Master.”
    “Show me.”
    Without pause, she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a flat stomach, fair skin and pink nipples that stood straight out and begged for attention.
    Shanna gasped. “We shouldn’t be watching this.”
    “They come here knowing that being watched is not only possible, but probable. It turns them on. Shh.”
    “Good,” Master praised, petting one of her breasts in reward. “Are you wearing panties?”
    “No, Master.”
    “Show me.”
    The small woman lifted her skirt to reveal slender thighs and a pussy devoid of all hair. Beside Alejandro, Shanna tensed.
    “Excellent.” The Master cupped her mound and fondled her. “Who do you belong to?”
    “You, Master.”
    “Who decides what’s right for your body?”
    “You, Master.”
    “Take off your skirt, lie back, and spread your legs.”
    The woman complied without hesitation. Even at this distance, once her thighs parted, Alejandro could see a little silver bar passing through
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    the hood of her clit.
    “Oh my God,” Shanna whispered. “She’s…pierced.”
    “Yes,” Alejandro answered. “He marked her. Shh.”
    “Pretty,” said the man in leather as he stared. “Has it healed?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Does it arouse you when you walk?”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Do you rub yourself and make yourself come?”
    “No, Master. You did not give me permission.”
    “That’s right. I did not. You’re wet.”
    “Yes, Master.”
    “Do you need to be fucked?”
    “Yes, Master. Please,” the redhead pleaded.
    The large man said nothing. He merely walked to all four corners of the bed, restraining his submissive into the built-in cuffs.
    “As a reward for your obedience, you will be well fucked.” Master snapped his fingers.
    In walked another man, completely naked.