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Kent's lips twitched as he suppressed a grin. "Ms. Chetana, if you need to take a break and go get a pedicure, please don't let us stop you."

Lalita growled at him and Asher added, "We'll try to go easier on you, Princess. You're just a little girl after all." Asher and Kent had started calling her Princess after she had complained their sparring was ruining her manicure.

Fists clenching at her sides, Lalita sucked in a breath through her nose and spat out, "I'm going to kick your ass."

Rolling his shoulders, Asher made a “come on” gesture and Kent stepped out of the sparring circle.

Angry, tired and itching to smack the smirk off Asher's beautiful lips, Lalita launched herself at him with a yell. He ducked her fist and swept her legs out from beneath her. Landing on the mat, she rolled and kicked at the back of his knee, bringing him onto the ground with her. Lightning-quick, she was on his back and tried to get him into a chokehold.

Big hands gripped her and flipped her over his head, followed by the rest of his solid weight landing on top of her and pinning her to the ground. Dark eyes stared into hers as that arrogant smile stretched over his lips. The feel of him pressed against her made her pussy clench and her nipples hardened to pebbled tips.

"Try to get some leverage. Use your legs," Kent yelled from the wall, and she struggled against Asher's weight. Every time she shifted, he flowed with her, anticipating her moves. One big leg moved between her thighs and the hard ridge of muscle pressed into her clit through the thin cloth of her yoga pants. The pressure froze her and a soft gasp escaped her lips.

Asher's eyes widened and he held still as she tried to buck him off, lifting her hips off the ground and sliding her now full and sensitive pussy over his leg. He quickly shifted his stance and allowed her to toss him to the side. Keeping his gaze, she circled Asher and cursed her overactive hormones that admired the heavy muscles dancing beneath his dark skin.

They measured each other, lunging and darting. The slightest twitch of his eye made her duck as Kent tried to grab her from behind. Asher smiled and dove for her, pushing her right back into Kent's arms as they both crashed to the mat.

"Nice try." Kent chuckled into her ear, his breath stirring along her skin. She tried to wriggle out, but his grip tightened and he locked his legs around hers, spreading her open over him as he extended his long legs and pinned her.

Asher stood grinning at them, examining her as Kent kept her pinned beneath his gaze. Her heart slammed against her ribs as the men she lusted after held her, one with his body and one with his eyes. Her struggles lessened and Kent's arms released her. It must have been her imagination, but it felt like he slowed his forearm down as it dragged across her breasts, pressing against the hard peaks of her nipples.

She fought against a shiver as she rolled off Kent and flopped back onto the floor. The combination of exercise and sexual hunger left her feeling limp and wrung out. A knock at the door wiped the amused smirks off her bodyguards’ faces and they went into instant professional killer mode. Even after nine months of being guarded day and night by them, she still found that transition into deadly predator scary.

Leaving her in a sweaty and unfulfilled heap on the floor, the men stood on either side of the door. Cold and professional, they didn't need to speak to communicate entire conversations. Lalita lay panting on the mat and pulled herself into a sitting position as she checked the clock on the wall.

Saved by her yoga and meditation instructor from begging Asher and Kent to bend her over and take her.

Strands of black and purple hair clung to her sweaty neck and hands while she redid her ponytail. Asher opened the door and Kent stayed on the other side, his posture tense and focused. Dark and light, Lalita paid more attention to her bodyguards than the middle-aged Asian woman who walked in with a bright smile.

"Hi, Mrs. Yazuka," Lalita called out and pulled herself from the mat with a groan. Stretching her arms behind her back, she watched the men and sighed internally when neither seemed to notice her breasts pressing against her tank top. No matter what she did, it appeared she would never be anything more than a client to them.

Crinkles formed around Mrs. Yazuka's soft brown eyes as she unrolled the yoga mats in front of the window and smiled. "It is so good to see you today, Lalita." Folding herself into a seated position, she arched a brow at the men. Mrs. Yazuka was a good friend of their housekeeper’s and came highly recommended. Giving Mrs. Yazuka a nod, Asher and Kent gathered their towels and water bottles. They left the room with a last glance at her, closing the door after them. Lalita found it impossible to relax and meditate when they were around, so Mrs. Yazuka had banned them from the dojo when it was her turn to instruct Lalita.

Warm sunlight glowed behind her closed eyelids as she began to do her deep breathing, drawing in the slightly musky air of the dojo. In her imagination, she could smell the familiar scents of Asher and Kent's citrusy cologne. Images of dark skin, cool blue eyes and hard muscles made her body warm and tingle.

She visualized the air going into her lungs. Muscles loosened up, starting from the top of her head and working their way down. Long and slow breaths relaxed her and let her mind wander. Images of the assault tried to invade her peace. Her heart started to speed up and her breath hitched in her throat. She felt exposed in the middle of the room, vulnerable. It was a mental battle to keep her eyes closed, but she used the meditation tricks she had been practicing and regained her serenity.

*

"Lalita, I want you to start visualizing your vase." Mrs. Yazuka's voice rolled over her subconscious, triggering the hypnotic suggestion that Mrs. Yazuka had implanted weeks ago.

Lalita immediately lost conscious thought and became a puppet awaiting instruction. "I am the lock," Lalita intoned in a soft voice. Her breath rose and fell in her chest in a constant rhythm as her eyes darted back and forth behind her lids.

Mrs. Yazuka darted a glance at the closed doors. "I am the key."

Reaching back into her pocket, Mrs. Yazuka pulled out her cell phone and quickly dialed a number. "She's ready for her next set of instructions," Mrs. Yazuka murmured into the phone. She took out a small hands-free device and placed it in Lalita's ear. Her hands shook with nervousness as she took her place by the door and listened to the voices of the bodyguards outside.

"Hello, Lock," the male voice on the other end of the phone said into Lalita's ear.

"Greetings, Key," Lalita intoned back, deep in a hypnotic trance. The movements of her eyes stopped behind her lids as she sank further into a suggestive state.

"Have you found out where the next meeting of the Security Council will be?"

"Yes. They will meet in Detroit, Michigan on June 21st."

"Detroit Michigan on June 21st," the man said to someone in the background.

A woman's voice responded, "Detroit? I know a fabulous bondage club we can visit. David plays there quite often." The woman's voice got closer and dropped to a husky purr. "I'll wear my naughty puppy costume for you."

The man made a hushing noise and said into the phone, "What are their plans?"

Lalita's brow scrunched as she said, "I don't know. I couldn't access those files. The only email I was able to locate was a viewing of the fireworks with local American and Canadian politicians."

In the background another man's voice said, "Rashid, we have what we need to enact our revenge. Give her the last order and say goodbye to our little pawn."

Lalita's hands twitched as the man said, "You've done very well. I'm afraid our time together has come to an end. I'm going to leave you with a parting gift to make your stay in jail more memorable. Consider it payment for your father--that self-righteous bastard." The man chuckled and Lalita remained motionless in the sunlight. At the door, Mrs. Yazuka glanced at her watch repeatedly. "When you hear the word 'bitch' you will become aroused. That arousal will strengthen over time until it becomes an unbearable ache. You will do anything to find relief. Nothing is taboo. You will find pleasure in whatever your partner wants you to do. Masturbation will not satisfy your sexual cravings, only interaction with another person. Do you understand, Lock?"

Lalita twitched as a car beeped out on the street. "Yes, I understand, Key." Hearing her words, Mrs. Yazuka hurried across the room.

The man on the phone said, "Good girl. I look forward to hearing about the scandal of your behavior in prison. Lock, you will remember none of this conversation and awaken refreshed and relaxed."

Mrs. Yazuka removed the hands-free device and jammed the phone back into a small slit in her yoga mat. Taking a seat, she slowed her breathing and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the edge of her arm. "Lalita, you're free as a bird," she said and watched Lalita carefully.

Opening her eyes, Lalita smiled and stretched. "I love meditating. It's so refreshing."

Smiling, Mrs. Yazuka said, "You did an excellent job with your breathing." Standing, she motioned to Lalita. "Now, let's go through some basic exercises and stretch you out after your workout."

*

Nodding, Lalita rolled the kinks out of her neck and sighed. The meditation with Mrs. Yazuka had been such a help with getting her past the assault she faced nine months ago. Before she started working with her, she had suffered from panic attacks that left her crying in her closet at least five days a week. Therapy hadn't helped and Lalita was afraid she would spend the rest of her life a prisoner of her fear. When the housekeeper had suggested Mrs. Yazuka, she had jumped at the chance to try anything that would stop the panic attacks.

She didn't know what she would have done without Mrs. Yazuka's help.