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  Her skirt was around her waist. A moment ago she hadn’t minded. Hell, she hadn’t even thought about it when he was spanking her. When she’d realized that twenty or so people had watched the whole thing, she’d merely wondered if a curtsy would get her spanked again.

  Now the tone changed, and she could feel all of her insecurities creeping back.

  He was looking at her pussy. He was just staring at it. God, she’d never really looked at it. She wasn’t the kind of girl who looked at herself in the mirror for long periods of time, much less one who inspected her own pussy. And he could see her C-section scar, though he seemed to be avoiding that.

  “You look like you have all the right parts.”

  Sure she did. They just didn’t work properly. “Keith, it’s all right. You don’t have to try to prove anything to me.”

  His face suddenly loomed over hers. “If you don’t stop talking, I’m going to put a ball gag in your mouth.”

  She almost protested and then thought better of it. He’d made good on all of his promises up until now. She was pretty sure if there was ever a place to randomly find a ball gag sitting around, it was Sanctum.

  He nodded, obviously satisfied that she intended to comply. “Very good. Now, when I ask a direct question, you can answer me, but other than that, I want silence. Oh, unless you feel the need to moan. Moaning, screaming in pleasure, and calling out my name are perfectly acceptable. Look at that. You just got your first lesson in protocol. We’re moving along quite nicely.”

  Wow. Not being able to reply really sucked. She was forced to stay where she was.

  “Now, like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, you have all the right parts for an orgasm. Do you masturbate often?”

  She felt her skin flush.

  “That was a direct question, sweetheart. You can answer.”

  Where was the ball gag when she needed it? “What if I don’t want to answer?”

  He shrugged a little. “If you don’t answer, I’ll decide you don’t like to talk and would prefer to spend the time I would devote to conversations learning which type of nipple clamps you like.”

  “I don’t masturbate,” she said as quickly as she could because she would really prefer to embarrass herself over testing out nipple clamps.

  He frowned down at her, his hand over her belly. “Never?”

  He seemed really intent on making her blush as often as possible. “I’ve tried a couple of times but it doesn’t work.”

  “Vibrator?”

  “Where would I find a vibrator? I was raised in a tiny town in Texas. Those old biddies came down hard on us for yawning in church. Do you honestly think they would let an adult store in?”

  His hand was moving down her body, tickling her skin where it touched and making her wish she wasn’t wearing the small amount of clothing she was wearing because she really liked having his hands on her. Heat seemed to follow everywhere those fingers skimmed.

  “There’s this new thing called the Internet. I might be an old man, but I think you youngsters are pretty good with it.”

  She opened her mouth to refute that statement and then realized it had been a land mine.

  Keith chuckled. “Very good. Not a direct question. You’re getting the hang of it. Why didn’t you use the Internet?”

  “Because my mom watched me like hawk. After Dad left, she was really hard on us about everything. And then she died and after Jill made sure I got through high school, she left and everyone was watching me. I worked in a local church, saving money for college. There aren’t a lot of choices where I was raised. If you want to get a job there, you better have a good reputation. There isn’t even a fast food place to work in.”

  A single finger slid across her clitoris.

  Holy hell.

  “I’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart. I was raised in the godless city so I masturbate a lot. Give me your hand. I want to teach you.”

  It wouldn’t work, of course, but she’d already felt more from him than she had in all the tries before.

  “The key is to relax.” His hand covered hers, fingers sliding over to guide her.

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  Dungeon Royale

  Masters and Mercenaries, Book 6

  By Lexi Blake

  Coming February 18, 2014

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  An agent broken

  MI6 agent Damon Knight prided himself on always being in control. His missions were executed with cold, calculating precision. His club, The Garden, was run with an equally ordered and detached decadence. But his perfect world was shattered by one bullet, fired from the gun of his former partner. That betrayal almost cost him his life and ruined his career. His handlers want him to retire, threatening to revoke his license to kill if he doesn’t drop his obsession with a shadowy organization called The Collective. To earn their trust, he has to prove himself on a unique assignment with an equally unusual partner.

  A woman tempted

  Penelope Cash has spent her whole life wanting more. More passion. More adventure. But duty has forced her to live a quiet life. Her only excitement is watching the agents of MI6 as they save England and the world. Despite her training, she’s only an analyst. The closest she is allowed to danger and intrigue is in her dreams, which are often filled with one Damon Knight. But everything changes when the woman assigned to pose as Damon’s submissive on his latest mission is incapacitated. Penny is suddenly faced with a decision. Stay in her safe little world or risk her life, and her heart, for Queen and country.

  An enemy revealed

  With the McKay-Taggart team at their side, Damon and Penny hunt an international terrorist across the great cities of Northern Europe. Playing the part of her Master, Damon begins to learn that under Penny’s mousy exterior is a passionate submissive, one who just might lay claim to his cold heart. But when Damon’s true enemy is brought out of the shadows, it might be Penny who pays the ultimate price.

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  Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing romance that she found success. She likes to find humor in the strangest places. Lexi believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome or foursome may seem. She also writes contemporary Western ménage as Sophie Oak.

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  Other Books by Lexi Blake

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  Masters And Mercenaries

  The Dom Who Loved Me

  The Men With The Golden Cuffs

  A Dom Is Forever

  On Her Master’s Secret Service

  Sanctum: A Masters and Mercenaries Novella

  Love and Let Die

  Unconditional: A Masters and Mercenaries Novella, Coming January 28, 2014

  Dungeon Royale, Coming February 18, 2014

  Dungeon Games: A Masters and Mercenaries Novella, Coming Soon

  Masters Of Ménage (by Shayla Black and Lexi Blake)

  Their Virgin Captive

  Their Virgin’s Secret

  Their Virgin Concubine

  Their Virgin Princess

  Their Virgin Hostage

  Their Virgin Secretary, Coming Soon

  CONTEMPORARY WESTERN ROMANCE

  Wild Western Nights

  Leaving Camelot, Coming Soon

  URBAN FANTASY

  Thieves

  Steal the Light

  Steal the Day

  Steal the Moon

  Steal the Sun, Coming March 18, 2014

  Steal the Night, Coming 2014

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three />
  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four