Enslaved by Shoshanna Evers

to laugh, but choked on his drink. “I think I could really fall for her, and she just won’t let me in. Won’t let me master her.”
    “Then why is she still here?” Roman asked.
    “That’s you, Roman,” Marc said. “You don’t have relationships with any girls. But not everyone wants a life of one-night stands and training sessions that end with the sub leaving because you’re not into having a real relationship.”
    “Drink more,” Roman laughed, brushing off Marc’s spot-on analysis. He turned to Trevor. “You’re too much of a softy. If she has the upper hand and isn’t at least willing to obey you, then it’s your fault for not setting forth your expectations.”
    “I did,” Trevor said. “Rule number two, answer the damn blue fucking cell phone.” He shook his head, remembering Elisabeth sitting with it ringing next to her, ignoring it, torturing him.
    “Cursing after one drink?” Marc raised his eyebrows. “Roman’s right, you’re too emotional over this girl to train her effectively. Maybe you should let Roman train her for a while.”
    A muscle twitched in Trevor’s jaw. The thought of Elisabeth—his Elisabeth—being trained by anyone else bothered him. But she wasn’t his, she told him so herself. At least he’d have nothing to worry about with Roman, since Roman would never take her from him.
    “Do I get a say in this?” Roman joked, but they both ignored him, knowing he couldn’t resist training a new sub. Except . . .
    “Elisabeth’s not new,” Trevor said. “She was a good sub to her ex-master, and I think it was because he didn’t love her so she was able to . . . I don’t know, respect him more, maybe.”
    Roman nodded. “You’re suggesting she has something going on where she doesn’t feel worthy of affection, so if you show her some, she thinks something’s wrong with you. That’s . . . interesting.”
    Trevor shook his head and tried to smile, but he couldn’t. Because Roman was one hundred percent right. “I need to be harsh for her to want me back. Will you take her for a few days, weeks, however long it takes until she’s decided if she actually wants to live with me?”
    “I’ll train her for you,” Roman said. “But the trick is going to be letting her know she can be submissive and still deserve pleasure and affection. I can’t give her the latter. That’s up to you.”
    “Is she going to join us?” Marc asked.
    “If she answers the phone,” Trevor said wryly.

    E lisabeth and Julian’s playful conversation jolted to a halt when her phone buzzed.
    She looked at it like it was a snake that might bite her. What was going to happen when she answered that phone? Trevor’s earlier words echoed in her mind.
    Roman and Marc will help me figure out what to do about you.
    “Girl. Answer the damn phone.” Julian tossed the phone at her and she shook her head.
    “Then why you’d have me come up in here and get you lookin’ gorgeous for nothing? You knew he would call you.”
    Quickly, before it could go to voice mail, she answered. “Elisabeth here,” she said, trying to sound like she hadn’t been debating answering the phone.
    “Come down to the den and say hi to Roman and Marc, Elisabeth. We’ve been discussing our predicament and Roman has come up with the perfect solution, if you’re up for it.”
    “I’ll . . . I’m coming down right now,” she said. What did he mean by if she was up for it? Wouldn’t she just safeword if she wasn’t?
    Perhaps he wanted to share her. It wouldn’t be the first time, after all, Gregory shared her with Trevor. But the thought didn’t sit well with her. Trevor was different, somehow. Sleeping with him had made her feel happier than she had been in a long time.
    She never should have been so stubborn and willful to him. Damn it. What would happen when she walked down into his “man cave”?
    Julian gave her a peck on the cheek. “You look fabulous. Walk tall, baby girl. Unless he wants