“I’m going to take a look around.” Claire told Shara.
“Ah...” Shara tried to grab her before she left but Claire managed to escape with agility leaving her alone with Master Snow who stood at her back.
She looked at him when she felt him touch her back pushing her to enter and not stay in front of the door.
“There’s an open bar for the members. Maybe you should have a drink.”
“Ah...yes, sir.”
He made her nervous. His blue eyes were so mysterious and penetrating. They made her think that he could see: her soul, her heart, and her fears. He made her feel weak, or perhaps she wanted to feel that way, she wasn’t sure.
Quickly she walked to the bar, she would definitely drink something, and her shaking body needed something to calm her.
While she walked her eyes kept darting to the center of the room, where a woman was imprisoned by a pair of chains that hung from the ceiling, she was accompanied by two handsome men that had their faces covered.
Like executioners, she thought.
She saw they held objects that were unknown to her, but from their shape she assumed they were dildos of a frightening size. However, the woman wasn’t afraid; her moans were heard over the music letting everyone know of the ecstasy she was experiencing.
Shara reached the bar and sat down to order a drink. Inevitably her curious gaze returned to the woman... her desire to watch made her feel like a pervert, but the desire to know things overcame her shame.
***
One of the men stood behind the woman, he knelt down to grasp both legs, and opened them wide leaving everything in full view. The other man stood in front of her and even though he wore a mask Shara saw how he licked his lips hungrily. He placed the pink colored dildo in his mouth and licked it, arousing the woman even more. In that moment the people crowded around them but as the bar was raised on a platform she was still able to watch the scene.
The man inserted the dildo inside the woman and she screamed in pleasure. She didn’t see that as they were far away with their backs to her, but she supposed that was what happened when the woman writhed in pleasure. The scene was arousing her...and she felt a bit stupid because of it, although it was normal, because she was a young woman and her body was simply reacting.
She took her eyes off the scene. It was enough.
***
Snow observed her curiously. Her embarrassment was unusual and delicious in a place like this.
The young woman seemed to be at least six years younger than him, with a round face, pink cheeks, dark eyes, and thick luscious lips. Of course he had been shocked to open the dressing room curtain upon hearing a conversation that included a struggle. The generous ass that had welcomed him had been awesome to behold and he was sure that had she been alone, not only his eyes would have penetrated her.
To his surprise she had become aroused over so little... unusual and marvelous.
***
While his mind thought about the perfect scene to subdue the young beauty. He felt a vibration in the pocket of his pants that increased his arousal. He saw the screen and was surprised. It had been a long time since he had heard from that particular man. He went outside the room to answer.
“Jack, how long has it been?”
“Hi, Snow.” The other man replied. “I hope you are ok. This call isn’t merely a courtesy call.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I’ve caught a forger.” Warned the policeman, an ex- member of Night Moon until he fell in love with his girlfriend and now enjoyed a simple life. “He had papers from your club.”
“You’re insinuating that a snitch has crashed my club?” He growled furiously.
“I would say it’s something much worse than a filthy snitch.” The policeman was deadly serious. “A fucking reporter.”
“If this is a joke. I will fucking kill you.”
“Man, it’s not a joke. That fucking reporter wrote an article. I don’t know over what yet. I am going to interrogate the forger and see what I can find out.”
“Give me dates.” He asked, trying to find out who it was.
“The forger told me everything was prepared during this week. So it must be someone who has entered during the last three days.”
“Ok, I only have two suspects. When you finish talking with him call me. Thanks, I owe you one.”
“That’s what friends are for.”
Beep.
He hung up and tightened his jaw so furiously that he could have broken a piece of metal with his teeth. One of the two women who had just entered was a reporter...
Filthy, bitch!
The punishment for that was severe. Really, severe.
He entered the room like hurricane. His expression was serious and diligent.
The receptionist was frightened when she saw him. With a loud bang that the music covered he opened the door and crossed the room looking for the newbies. He would take them to his office and question them.
Swallowing his fury so as not to scare them, he kindly invited them to accompany him, with the pretext of explaining a few things in private.
***
The first floor had nothing to do with the second floor. Shara observed the elegance. Everything was very luxurious and there were many doors. They walked to the end of the double hallway. When they walked inside, they were in an office that was about the size of her house, a lit chimney shined with intensity creating reflections on the black marble. She found it strange that he walked into the middle of the room without turning on the light.
“So, one of you is a reporter, I want to know who right now.” He stood watching them with a fierce expression. “Or the punishment will be for the both of you and I assure you it won’t be pleasant.”
Shara squeezed her hands worriedly. He had caught them and they hadn’t even been there for an hour. She was terrified. He scared her with that look on his face. She flashed back to the past and saw her father’s furious face when he hit her.
“Yes, we came to investigate.” Claire said smoothly and sweetly. Shara saw how she spoke with remorseful face. “What was I going to do? Shara is my best friend and she asked me for the favor. I told her it wasn’t right to sneak in, but she told me that if she didn’t get this article, they would fire her.”
Liar, Shara screamed in her head, it was you.
He nodded while he tightened his mouth looking at Shara. There was deception in her eyes. He turned suddenly and began to walk to the large desk.
Shara heard a whisper while she jumped startled by the sound of a cell phone.
“It better be important.” He growled. “After a few seconds he looked at Shara and squinted. “Ok, yes. I’m taking care of it. Thank You.”
“Help me Shara, if my boss finds out. I won’t ever be able to work as a reporter. Please... please.” Claire lifted her hands and begged.
I am so stupid.
“She told the truth.” Shara’s raspy voice said. “I begged her to help me.”
“I wanted to reveal the name of your members, the ones who are ministers of great countries and royalty. You, out!” She ordered Claire, who ran out of the room.
“Do you understand the consequences? They are leaders of nations” The bestial fury was palpable in his hoarse voice.
Shara didn’t know what to say all that she wanted to do was cry. Why had she condemned herself? Now, thinking logically, she realized that a real friend wouldn’t have sold her out in such a manner and she was in a bad situation. Very bad!
“Come here! Don’t make me repeat myself he warned.” He warned.
Shara swallowed with difficulty and began to take small steps towards him hoping to take an eternity and that when she reached him she would be an inoffensive elderly woman.
“What should I do?” His faced showed a wicked and threatening grin. “If there’s one thing I profoundly hate its lies. There nothing else that puts me in such a bad mood.”
What should she do?
Should she ask forgiveness? Although, it hardly mattered now.
She lowered her gaze to the floor feeling guilty. Even though she hadn’t wanted to do it and Claire tricked her into doing this, and yet she hadn’t tried her hardest to stop Claire and yes thinking about the man’s words the results could have been catastrophic. Whole nations could have been in turmoil...her selfishness in having a friend wasn’t as important as causing so much harm.
Snow moved from the table and sat on the elegant and fluffy couch.
“Come.”
Obeying she walked towards him. He left a space for her in between the table and sofa and indicated with a gesture where she should stand. Her back to him.
“Lean over the table.”
After a few minutes, she thought, do I have to put my ass in his face?
The moment for thinking passed when she heard a small growl that she wouldn’t have heard if it wasn’t for the silence.
She turned suddenly and exhaling bent over until her chest touched the table. Unable to tell how much time had passed, she felt Snow’s hands on her thighs, where he roughly squeezed her flesh and slightly wrinkled her dark panties. She felt an electrifying feeling at his touch which was gentler than she had expected. This was the first time someone touched her and she wasn’t sure of anything.
His hands moved upwards without hesitating, he moved her skirt aside and roughly grabbed her butt cheeks. The pressure over her underwear concentrated in one spot that aroused her body for the first time.
“Ah!” A moan escaped her after the electrifying sensation.
“What I just heard won’t lessen your punishment.”
Her breathing was labored when she heard the noise from the couch. He had just stood up. Shara didn’t move, didn’t look to see what he was doing, but the sound of a drawer opening made her think he grabbed something.
“This isn’t my style, but due to the gravity of the situation, this is the only solution.” Shara would have sworn at that moment that the tone of his voice was sad. That he did this out of duty and not enjoyment.
Smack
A horrible burning sensation filled her ass, traveled up her back, and made her writhe in pain. He had just hit her with something that she couldn’t see, but could’ve sworn was sharpened like a knife. The worst came at the second blow, and reminded her of when her father hit her with a belt, and that would leave a scar beneath her underwear.
Could she stand it? Shara cried out in her mind. It will only be for a while... just like her father. Damn it, Shara! You’re strong like a tiger.
She didn’t say anything, but tears rand down her face. She clenched her fists until her nails stabbed her and finally laid her head on her arms. She hated crying like a child in front of others.
The blows stopped suddenly and without warning and then she heard a bellow that sounded like, fuck, full of irritation.
“Stay there. Don’t think about moving.”
Shara heard him leave the room and instinctively placed a hand on her painful ass and the burning almost made her cry out in hysterics, especially when she saw blood on her hand. In that moment she realized that he had hit her where her scar was, the only area where her skin was thin and weak.
She decided not to obey and ran out of there without looking back.
***
Snow entered to see the empty room. In that moment a wave of fury filled him. He had gone overboard. He could admit it. He usually didn’t give a beating unless it was really necessary and besides that punishment had been a gift to her. Shara unlike her friend was a natural submissive. She was a shy girl who trembled with desire when he stared at her ass in the dressing room.
He had left to get the first aid kit and ask her forgiveness and she had left. He blew out a breath and sat on the couch. In that moment he felt really bad, but the worst was to come. When he turned on his cell phone he saw fifteen calls from the friend who had warned him about the reporter, and called him instantly.
“Snow, what the fuck are you doing?”
“What do you want?”
“I found out which of the women is the reporter.”
“That’s not necessary anymore. They confessed everything.”
“Really? From what I’ve been told that Claire is a coward, I’m surprised she told you everything.”
“Wait.” A wave of fury came over Snow. “Claire? And Shara?”
“I don’t know who the hell Shara is, but the reporter is named Claire, you can see it on the internet. She’s a bit of a shrew and gets into everything. She likes creating a scandal in high society and most politicians and businesses wish she would have an accident, understand?
He hung up on the call without saying goodbye and took out his laptop from one of the drawers, nervous when it took its time turning on; he gave it a small tap. He entered Claire’s name on the search bar and a large photo of her appeared. His stomach immediately became upset. He’d punished the wrong woman.
“Fuck.”
His error had been to not make sure himself who the reporter was and also accepting a confession. He was an idiot, he’d never thought that her confession was due to Claire ratting her out, the witch sold out her innocent friend. He had already found it strange to see Shara at the club. She didn’t seem like the type of person who would normally attend the club.
The riding crop that he used to beat Shara snapped in half with a sharp sound. The only thing that made him feel better was to imagine it was that bitch Claire’s neck, He was going to destroy her.
***
Shara was in the bathroom of her humble home. Tears ran down her face from the horrible burning sensation on her ass. It burned as if she had been burned and the worst thing was she couldn’t reach to try and heal herself, but who could she ask? She didn’t want to know anything at all about Claire.
After she fled from Night Moon she had given the situation a lot of thought and decided that it was better to be alone rather than have friends like Claire.
The whole morning the telephone rang and each time she checked the digital screen Shara saw that it was Claire who was calling. Shara didn’t want to talk with Clair. Clair could go to hell!
Shara had come to the conclusion that if Claire had used her once she would do it again. She decided to change her job and apartment hoping to keep Claire out of her life. Shara moved to a more modest and less expensive apartment and would start working at a small flower shop. The tranquil environment seemed to calm her anger as the days passed, although she couldn’t do anything to calm the pain she still felt on her ass.
***
At the same time Snow had started an investigation to find Shara and to take revenge on Claire. He was certain that he could use his connection to make her disappear from the media world and have her end up working in the worst place on the planet, but that would take away the enjoyment of destroying her himself. He wasn’t in a hurry, because at the end Claire would never again work for any newspaper.
Finally after two days of being unable to find out anything about Shara he contacted Jack who he’d asked for help in the search. The police officer showed up at the bar with a thick folder under his arm and a serious look on his face.
“I risked much to get this file and I have to tell you it’s horrifying. I brought you copies since I couldn’t bring the original. If they catch on that I did this I’m in big trouble.” He warned. “So please destroy it when you’re done reading it. I am not certain if it’s about the girl you’re looking for. There’s a photograph, there were others, but I didn’t think you’d want to see them.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The girl’s father was charged with killing the mother. He dismembered the mother in front of the daughter, when she was only eight years.”
Snow suddenly felt nauseous. He opened the folder and looked at the photograph in the first file. It was her, he had no doubts. Although, her appearance was far from the woman he currently knew. It was a photograph taken when she was relea
sed from the psychiatric hospital. Her face then was sallow and she had bags under her eyes.
“When he was going to kill his daughter one of the neighbors interrupted the macabre scene. His screams alerted all the neighbors.”
“Fuck!”
“Yeah, and all her life she had to put up with the beatings of that disturbed fuck, and at the end he wanted to dismember the little girl, too.”
Beatings. The word stung his chest like a poisoned dagger. He, so intelligent, had decided to beat her.
“It appears the father had psychotic episodes or schizophrenia. I don’t understand those things. The dumb fuck refused to take his medicine. According to him they were demons and God would only forgive them if he sacrificed them.” Jack said. “The girl was in shock, a state of permanent panic, so they placed her in a mental hospital. She was released three months ago. 15 years locked up. I can’t even imagine it.”
“Fucking, bad luck!” Snow said, leaving a bill on the bar. “Thanks! I owe you one.”
“A big fat one.” Jack replied. “Or better yet, two. After all, I found your princess.”
Jack held out a white sheet of paper. On it was written all the information on Shara: address, work, and home telephone.
Snow took it and left.
He had reacted stupidly before as had been unaware of her past, but that didn’t excuse him. However, she hadn’t told him anything. Stupid girl!
***
The workday was about to end. Happily she attended to the flowers while her elderly boss took care of an order. Although happy about this new stage of her life, she wanted nothing more than to go home, the wound on her ass hurt and she needed to treat it.
“Dear?” Her boss called out while she was putting on her coat to leave. “Can you do a favor for me?
“Yes, of course.” Shara smiled.
“Can you deliver these flowers? It’s on your way home. They’ve already been paid for with a credit card. So you don’t have to worry about collecting a payment.”
“Of course, give them to me.” Shara took the luxurious bouquet of flowers and left the shop. It was nightfall.
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