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    Jaxie
stiffened with sudden awareness. Rachel was always telling her that
Jaxie planned things too much. That she needed to be more
spontaneous. Is this what had happened? Had Rachel changed Jaxie’s
well-laid plans?
    Excitement
zipped through her.
    Oh heck! There
was only one way to find out.
    It took her
only moments to slip into the Crystal Room. The instant she did,
she relaxed.
    Tinkles of
sound greeted her as warm air flowed out of the air vents and
against the chandeliers, causing them to sway gently. Dangling from
each of fixture were crystal wind chimes that clinked against each
other. She’d always loved that sound. And she enjoyed how the
reflections of the crystals flickered off the walls.
    Movement from
the far corner of the room made her freeze.
    There, in the
darkness, were her two gladiators. They’d been secured to the
crosses. Muscles bulged in their arms and legs as they moved
against their restraints.
    Wow. Naked
and at her mercy.
    Well, she was
a control freak, so maybe she’d enjoy doing what she wanted to do
to them. Maybe she could get them so mad and aroused they would
take her forcefully?
    She blew out a
tense breath, placed the crystal key on a shelf, and tiptoed
further into the room.
    The gladiators
must have heard her, for they both stiffened.
    She remained
silent because she didn’t want to give away her identity. Besides,
they both appeared familiar, despite wearing black hoods and
masks.
    Especially the
one to her right. His back was to her, yet he had the same body
type like Ewan.
    She could take
out her frustrations on that gladiator. Pretend it was Ewan. Oh
boy, it would be a very nice pretend.
    But she would
start with the gladiator to her left. His cock was truly engorged.
Almost painfully so. Perhaps she could create a little bit more
pain?
    Jaxie smiled
as she walked to a nearby wall where several whips and paddles hung
on a rack. She’d handpicked everything for this room. Now was her
turn to try some of the items.
    She grabbed
one of the cat-o-nine tails. This particular one had several
individual braided ropes that ended with knots. Woven into those
nubs were small, smooth crystals that would some friction and pain
when the crystal-laden tails hit sensitive flesh.
    Jaxie moved
closer to the gladiator facing her. He was breathing heavily and a
sheen of perspiration laced his forehead and the muscles in his
chest and arms bulged as he moved against the
restraints.
    Oh dear, the
gladiator didn’t seem to like being tied to a cross. She smiled at
his discomfort, reached out and trailed her fingertips over his
chest. His muscles flexed beneath her touch.
    He didn’t have
any chest hairs. She liked that. She’d tried to get Ewan to shave
off his chest hairs too because she didn’t much care for the curly
hair in her mouth when she kissed him there. She’d loved kissing
his chest.
    But he’d
refused to do the deed. Now she had a man without hair.
    She lowered
her gaze. He’d even shaved himself…down there.
    Her mouth
watered as she spied that thick, juicy erection. She’d get a taste
of that throbbing flesh in a little while, but right now, she
wanted to inflict some pain. Wanted to make herself forget
everything that had happened since that avalanche.
    She took a
couple of steps back, artfully lifted her whip, and brought it down
on the gladiator’s very nice-looking chest.
    He groaned
sexily the instant the tails snapped against his body. She gasped
as a red line appeared. The gladiator didn’t so much as protest.
She hit him again. And again, watching how his hands clenched into
tight fists as he embraced the pain.
    She enjoyed
the way his body danced as the lashes hit his powerful flesh.
Compared to his first groan, the rest were restrained. The erotic
sounds of his guttural voice sent shivers of excitement racing
through her. The numerous sweet red marks invoked an odd tenderness
inside her.
    Leaning over,
she softly brushed her lips against one of the