Unconditional by Lexi Blake

she needed to reach her goals. That had been ironed out in their contract. This was something else. “I’m handling it. That’s why I went to Karina. Speaking of, do you need a check or something?”
    She had a little money saved up. Not much.
    Both Karina and Avery laughed.
    “What?” Ashley asked, not quite getting the joke.
    “Honey, she makes two hundred dollars an hour,” Avery explained.
    Shit and balls. Ashley quickly calculated her bank account. “Could you solve my problem in three hours and fifteen minutes?”
    Karina chuckled and put her notebook in her locker. “You get the friends and family discount. I can look into it for free and if there’s anything really going on, we’ll go to the police together. Not that they’ll do anything, but we’ll get the stalking on record so when I shoot the fucker, I’ll have cause.”
    “You’re going to shoot someone? Can I come?” Serena said as she waddled in. There was no other word for it. She was nine months pregnant. She waddled. Ashley remembered it well. She’d seen Serena walk between her husbands, each man with a hand on her to make sure she was safe.
    Ashley had been on her own. Serena had two men, but Ashley had struggled to get out of bed and been forced to wear slip-on shoes because she couldn’t tie them. She got up and surrendered the seat to Serena.
    “I have a strict policy of no pregnant chicks at my murders,” Karina tossed out. She turned back to Ashley. “And you should tell Keith because Avery’s right. He’s going to spank you silly when he finds out.”
    They didn’t understand her relationship. Maybe they had Doms who wanted in on everything, but Ashley didn’t. “What happens in the locker room…”
    All three of the other subs sighed because they knew the drill. “Stays in the locker room,” they finished together.
    And that was how she liked it.
     

Chapter Seven

     
    Ashley watched as Damon Knight attached the TENs unit to a pretty brunette’s nipple and flicked the switch on.
    For a potential psychopath, he was pretty delicate with the attachments. The sub started to squirm, but it seemed like a pleasurable thing.
    “You’ve been a very bad patient,” the Brit said in his clipped, aristocratic accent. “Do you know what happens to bad patients?”
    He twisted the dial and now the sub groaned and squealed.
    “He’s sending electricity through her nipples?” Ashley whispered the question.
    “It’s mild.” Keith grimaced a little. “Well, not at that setting it’s not. It looks like Master Damon is taking out some of his frustrations. I don’t think he likes doctors very much.”
    Master Damon pulled out another set of attachments. “Spread your legs.”
    “Is he going to…?” Ashley couldn’t ask the whole question.
    “Oh, yeah.” Keith slipped his hand into hers and led her away just as the sub screamed.
    She hadn’t screamed her safe word. Ashley had talked to the woman a little earlier on and she’d been looking forward to playing with Master Damon. When Ashley asked if she was afraid, she’d claimed to be a massive pain slut and excited that someone would finally hurt her.
    And she’d heard the Brit had a big dick, though he hadn’t seemed interested in using it on anyone. She was hoping to break the Brit’s celibacy.
    Gosh, Ashley wanted to see Keith’s dick. “Are we going to the bar?”
    That would be a little disappointing. The bar always marked the end of their evenings together. It was a peaceful time after the scenes and play were finished. They hadn’t played together at all. It had been hours and Keith had been very solicitous. Very polite. Very hands-off.
    She gave Ryan a smile as she passed him. He was dressed in his leathers and motorcycle boots, very much the big bad manager of Sanctum. He nodded her way but pointedly kept his eyes off her body, which was nicely on display if she did say so herself.
    He didn’t look at Keith at all.
    “Shit.”
    Keith turned, his mouth