As promised...

Here's an excerpt from Behind Locked Doors - Book Three, my current work in progress. This is the start of the first chapter (there's a prologue beforehand), and the first scene with Scary. Hope you like!

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Chapter One

It started the next morning as I came down from my room. I knew it was early, too early for everyone else but him. He was spending too much time in the Harem these days, as if he didn’t want to go home. Or couldn’t. I wasn’t too sure which it was, but today it suited my purpose. Spotting him sitting at a table with a coffee cup in hand, I crossed the lounge and automatically knelt in front of him.

Debating inwardly whether to clasp my hands behind my back, I missed his look of wonder. I couldn’t miss his low growl as he asked, “What do you want, Thursday?”

I looked up, our gazes locking together for the first time in what felt like forever. “I want to please you. Master.”

His eyebrows rose. “You do?”

I nodded, feeling my cheeks redden at his suddenly pensive gaze. “Yes, Master.”

“What are you offering?”

I nearly gasped when I realized he’d seen right through my attempt. And yet, he wasn’t moving. I checked out the stretch of denim in front of me and was awarded by the brilliant sight of one very hard cock pushing against the thick material. Yes! My plan was working! I looked back up and said, my voice hesitant, “Anything, Master.”

“Anything?” he repeated, almost daring me to deny my offer.

“Anything you want, Master.”

He stared down at me for a second or two, and then he started laughing. I saw red. I’d put my heart and pride on the line, and the damn man thought it was funny! I grabbed the table and heaved myself upright, turning around with my gaze already on the staircase. I needed to flee, run back to my room and hide under the covers. I should have known it wouldn’t be that easy!

“Don’t.” Fingers grabbed my right hand, effectively stopping my escape. His hard chest cupped my back for a fleeting moment before he turned me around. Harsh fingers palmed my chin as he forced my head up. “Why are you doing this, Thursday?”

I licked my lips as I tried to buy myself some time. “Because I, huh, want to?”

“Want to what?”

Shit! “Mmm, I want to please you, Master, of course.”

He rolled his eyes. “Try again, Thursday. Since when are you so pliant? You told me I could do anything to you.”

“Yes, Master.”

His eyes drilled into mine, as if he was trying to determine what was going on inside my head. Good luck with that one! “Do you really mean that?”

“Yes, Master.”
The word rolled off my lips, just like I’d heard Friday do. She treated them all equally, calling them Masters or Sirs each time she spoke up. Or shouted her climax. Fake climax, that is.
I could do that too, damn it! I told myself once again, buoying my convictions as best I could.

“Anything I want?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Okay then,” he paused then added, “prove it.”