Free Accidental Slave by Claire Thompson

know, I can’t help but wonder about casting stones while in your glass house. I mean, you’re the guy who bid on me. Who actually paid money, I presume you paid money, for a…a slave girl, no, let’s be blunt here, a prostitute .
    What does that make you?”
    Cole raised his eyebrows, his expression amused. “Someone who enjoys the erotic exchange of power. I make no apology for that. The club offers a service of allowing people of like mind to hook up for consensual play. It’s just a game, of course, though it can be a very intense one.
    I’d love to have a discussion about erotic submission with you, if you’re open to it, that is.” He tilted his head as he peered at her. She felt he was taking her measure, gauging her interest.
    Elizabeth knew something about BDSM, though not through personal experience. She had nothing against it per se—to each his own. But the idea of submitting to a man went against her grain. She was a strong, independent woman. No man would tell her what to do, that was for sure. She doubted there was a guy out there who would dare to try.
    He might . And I might let him. The thought leaped into her brain and she glanced at him, glad he couldn’t see inside her head.
    Cole stood, looking at his watch. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to make two important phone calls connected with my business. I shouldn’t be long. Why don’t you shower and pick something to wear? Come down to my study when you’re done, okay? We’ll figure out where to go from here.”
    He left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Elizabeth knew she had been rather rude. It was none of her business what this man did or didn’t do in his spare time, or any time for that matter. Still, she didn’t get it. He seemed like such a nice guy. Yet the woman who was supposed to be her in those photos had been tightly bound in rope and chains, the shadow of a man with a long, cruel-looking whip just behind her.
    Though her mind rebelled at the images, she couldn’t help admit a certain perverse curiosity.
    What would it be like to be bound, naked and exposed for a man like Cole? A shiver of desire zinged along her nerve endings.
    Her mind roiling, she moved toward the wardrobe and opened it. Inside were dresses, skirts and blouses, as well as pants and shorts neatly folded on shelves beside the hanging clothes. It was strange to think the woman who had owned them and worn them was no longer alive. She wasn’t crazy about the idea of wearing a dead woman’s clothing, but what choice did she have?
    She selected a pale yellow brushed cotton blouse and a pair of jeans that looked like they would fit. She would have to wear her old underwear, and she had no bra, but at least she would definitely feel more comfortable going home in a cab in these clothing than in her low-cut evening gown. There were even a few pairs of shoes to choose from. She selected a pair of white leather sandals. They looked a little big, but she would only need them to get home in.
    Clothes in her arms, Elizabeth went into the bathroom and set them on the counter. In the shower, she found shampoo, soap, shaving cream, face wash and even a new razor. Clearly, the man was used to entertaining overnight guests.
    She turned on the water and climbed in. The hot spray felt wonderful and gratefully she turned her face up toward it. Her headache was nearly gone. She was still vastly puzzled and furious with Gary, but at the same time curiously excited by the situation in which she found herself. Cole was the first man since…well, perhaps ever, who had grabbed her attention and held it like a vise from the moment she’d set eyes on him.
    Even as confused and sick as she was when she first awoke, she couldn’t deny the immediate, intense attraction. It wasn’t just his good looks, his deep, sexy voice or those compelling eyes. No, there was something else. Something as yet unexplored, unspoken, untapped, within herself that had responded on a gut