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SCOTT

I was shocked as hell when Julia said she wanted to be branded. I couldn't imagine applying white hot metal to her beautiful skin and listen to it sizzle and watch it smoke. The thought of it disturbed me, yet she was so sure it was something she wanted to do; that somehow, it would prove beyond all shadow of a doubt she was mine and mine alone and forever would be. Merely the declaration she'd be willing to do it made my heart pound. It seemed something unequivocal in her declaration of love and submission.

She asked me a second time if I'd fucked Marcia. I answered her question once, though when she made her point in asking a second time, I could see the distinction between the two answers. If I'd fucked Marcia behind Sam's back, it wouldn't have been an honest answer. I had no intention of fucking anyone behind someone's back, but my answer could have been clearer.

I found both Marcia and Chantelle attractive; there was no denying they were sexy as hell. Goodness, all the wom