Her Submission by Vonna Harper

straighten. Until he returned, her sex would remain trapped and sensitive. Her shorts and briefs were still around her knees.
    He could and would do whatever he wanted with her for as long as he wanted.
    She belonged to him.
     
     
    Chapter seven
     
    By the time he reached the loft where his bedroom was, Reno had reconciled himself to taking a prescription pain pill. Damn it, except for the occasional night, he’d been able to stay off the heavy stuff. Of course, he unnecessarily reminded himself as he went into the adjacent bathroom, he hadn’t asked this much of his body since before the accident.
    After swallowing the pill and using the toilet, he kicked off his shoes and eased onto the bed. He didn’t pull a blanket over him because if he was too comfortable who knows how long he’d sleep and he didn’t want to damage the merchandise.
    He’d given into crazy impulse, brought a captive here.
    Captive? Not a slave in training?
    Damn it, he wasn’t going to let stupid word choices get between him and a nap. He was what he was, and she was—something.
    What was her name?
    Why had he brought her to his retreat, his place of peace?
    And what was he going to do with her?
    #
    “ You want the truth? I’m not surprised.”
    Resisting the urge to hold his cell phone away from his ear so he could glare at it, Reno mentally replayed what his co-worker had just said. Damek and he had started working for Carnal around the same time and had collaborated on several slave trainings. Damek had been the first person to come see him in the hospital, the only one to show up more than once. More importantly, Damek’s expression had said he realized something had changed about his co-worker but he knew not to press the issue.
    “ What’s she like?” Damek asked. “I take it you chose someone without a support system and has the qualities we look for.”
    We? What about me?
    “ I don’t know much about her,” he admitted. He’d been somewhere between asleep and awake when Damek called and was still trying to get with the program. “You’ve done it yourself. When you come across a broad with the submissive qualities you’re looking for, you know it.”
    “ What makes you think she’s submissive?”
    “ I know, damn it.”
    Damek chuckled. “Yeah, you do. I’ll hand you that. So you brought her to the cabin. That surprises me.”
    Me too. “What else could I to do with her, keep her in some damn motel? Maybe rent an apartment and hope the neighbors don’t hear?”
    “ You didn’t have to grab her.”
    No, he didn’t. “Go to hell.”
    “ Don’t get on my case. I’m just pointing out the obvious.” Damek cleared his throat. “No, I’m doing more than that. The cabin’s your sanctuary. What is it you told me, that you never bring anyone from Carnal there because you don’t believe in mixing your business and personal lives.”
    “ You’ve been here.”
    “ Yeah.”
    As he waited for his fellow slave trainer to say something, he picked up his shoes only to drop them and reach for his slippers. Going by the clock near the headboard, he figured he’d slept about an hour. His body was humming, proof that the pain pill had kicked in. He was still a little groggy but that was fading.
    “ I picked up on some gossip involving you,” Damek said. “Sounds like you agreed to take a look at a couple of new hires. Were you coming back from that when you grabbed her?”
    “” Yeah. What did management say?”
    “ A couple of things. You look better than they thought you would.”
    “ What was the other thing?” he asked even though he was pretty sure he knew.
    “ Paul and Dwight both asked what drugs you were on. They said you acted like you didn’t give a damn about the operation. You didn’t ask about the improvements going on at the West facility.”
    “ Right now I don’t care,” he admitted. He trusted Damek to keep his mouth shut. Otherwise he wouldn’t have said a word. “Management asked me to