by Linzi Baxter
Inside were a pink-and-black corset and a black short skirt. I had been stressing over the evening’s attire. The clothes in the BDSM lifestyle showed massive amounts of skin. Brock still hadn’t seen the scars on my back or legs. Daisy must have seen my trepidation.
“You will look great in that. Try it on.” Her enthusiasm was contagious, and I forgot about my self-esteem issue.
Once I had the corset and skirt on, I felt okay. It hid some of the scars but not all them. Trying to talk myself back up, I didn’t see the lady from before standing behind us.
“I can’t believe Sam is letting this place turn into a freak show. We already have to deal with Daisy and her scarred-up body and strange personality. Now we have another scarred-up bitch. No wonder your husband cheated on you.”
I didn’t have time to reply before the nasty lady turned and headed for the locker-room door. Daisy had tears in her eyes. I needed to figure out who that lady was. Nobody should talk to people that way.
Daisy had a black robe hanging in her locker. I grabbed it and wrapped it around my body. I grabbed Daisy’s hand and tried to pull her toward the door.
“You can’t wear that. Master Brock will be mad.” I could hear the panic in Daisy’s voice.
“I’m going to find Brock and let him know I’m heading upstairs for the night. We are going to find John for you because I know you want your reward for all the good you did today.”
Daisy had a worried look. At least now she didn’t have tears in her eyes. Everything that lady said had brought all my issues to the forefront. There was no way Brock would find me attractive once he saw the scars that lined my back.
Whatever Brock and I might be doing needed to stop now before it got to the next level. I was already beginning to fall in love.
7
Brock
Members of the club were trickling in. John and I were sitting at the bar, having a Coke. I was working the club later tonight. We had rules about never drinking if we were working.
“How are you and Daisy getting along?” What had happened to Daisy was heartbreaking. She had been living with John since the team rescued her.
John let out a long breath. “I don’t think I’m giving her what she needs. The men who held her taught her to be a slave. Deep down, she has a desperate need to serve. She would do well in a slave relationship or with a stricter Dom. I like playing in the club. I don’t like it overflowing into my time outside the club.”
“Have you been looking for someone to help her?”
He looked sheepish, as if he didn’t want to tell me what he had planned. That was not the norm for us. We didn’t keep secrets from each other. Eric was working the bar tonight. He had finished helping all the customers when John explained his idea. “I was thinking about calling Aaron Ross.”
I didn’t understand how Aaron would help. He was Alex’s younger brother and a famous movie star.
Before I could ask, Eric answered my question. “That’s a great idea. Not sure why none of us considered Aaron earlier. Last I heard, he didn’t have a slave anymore.”
“You mean Aaron is into slave relationships?”
“Yes, but his last slave left him heartbroken, and he hasn’t taken a new one in a few years.” The conversation stopped because of the commotion coming from my right. One of the new dungeon monitors was trying to pull a sub away, and the second she spoke, I knew it was Jessica.
John and I both ran to where Jessica was. “Matt, why do you have your hands on my sub?” The second I said she was my sub, it felt right. Matt dropped his hand from her arm.
“I told her she wasn’t dressed appropriately for the club and needed to change. She kept walking this way. I was trying to escort her.”
I nodded and looked at Jessica. She wasn’t wearing what I had bought for her. “Do you want to explain why you are not wearing my gift?”
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Daisy tugging on John’s arm. “Daisy, do you have something to say?”
“Daisy and Jessica were getting ready. Jessica looked hot in what you bought her. If Jessica wants, I would have a threesome with you.”
I had to hold back the chuckle. Daisy said what she was thinking and was extremely adventurous when it came to sex. We were working on controlling some of her urges so she wouldn’t get hurt or kidnapped again. “Daisy, thanks for the offer on the threesome. Do you know why Jessica isn’t wearing the outfit I bought?”
“I can speak for myself. I wanted to let you know I changed my mind and was heading up to the apartment.” I saw a light sheen of tears in Jessica’s eyes. Something must have happened in the dressing room. She had put on what I had bought her, so what had made her change her mind?
“Daisy was there. The evil B told me and Jessica we were freaks, and Sam needed to stop letting scarred freaks into the club.” Daisy made her statement with confidence, but I could see the wetness in her eyes. There was no excuse for bullying at Club Sanctorum. We all came here for relief.
I could feel the anger boiling inside me. I cared deeply for these two women. “Jessica, is that true?”
“Can I head up for the night? Please don’t make a scene.”
“Who was it?”
Jessica shrugged her shoulders. Daisy said it was Sasha. I hadn’t realized Sasha was back at the club. She was the woman Jessica’s husband had been having an affair with. I wasn’t sure if Jessica knew about Sasha, and I didn’t want to add any fuel to the fire.
“Matt, can you go find Sasha and bring her here?”
Jessica tensed visibly. Matt shook his head and walked back into the dungeon.
I pulled Jessica into my arms. She smelled like vanilla. Her warm body pressed against mine and made my jeans feel uncomfortably tight. When I ran my hands up and down her back, I could feel the outfit I bought her underneath the robe. I pulled back and ran my hands along the top of the robe, pulling it off her body.
“Please don’t,” Jessica pleaded.
I took her chin between my fingers to make sure she was looking at me. “Jessica, do you think my scars make me look ugly? Do you not want to be with me because I have scars?”
“No. You are sexy, and the scars make you look hot.”
“Then why would your scars make you ugly? I like you for you. Take off the robe, and let me see your body.” It took Jessica a few seconds before she took the robe off. I knew it was a big step for her and I needed to proceed slowly.
The scars on her body were only slightly visible. She was drop-dead gorgeous in the pink corset that gave her curves in all the right places. Daisy had done a fantastic job with her makeup and hair. My pants were tight before she took the robe off and got tighter after. I would have to work the floor with a hard-on.
“You are beautiful.” I directed Jessica over to a table in the bar area and pulled her onto my lap. John sat down on my left, and Daisy kneeled at his feet.
We had only been in the club for a half hour, and someone had verbally attacked Jessica. I didn’t know how I would work my shift and not worry about something happening to her. I had planned on having her sit at the bar with Eric all night, but every single Dom in the club would hit on her.
Matt walked up with Sasha while I was trying to come up with a plan. I thought about tying her to my side, but that would probably distract me from doing my job correctly.
Sasha had on a black tube dress. The glare she was giving Jessica could kill someone. Jessica leaned into my chest.
“Sasha, did you disrespect my sub and Daisy in the locker room?” There was no mistaking the anger in my voice.
“Sam keeps letting these scarred women in. The Doms feel sorry for them, so they keep taking all the good ones.”
“You are no longer welcome at Club Sanctorum until Sam returns. When he does, you can ask him for your membership back and let him know about your complaint.”
Sasha was shaking with anger at my taking her membership away. There was no way Sam would give it back to her. Once I spoke
to the other Doms, she would no longer be welcome.
“You can’t do that. You’re not in charge.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. I am in charge, and even if Sam were here, I could do it. Matt, escort her out, and let Mia know about her suspension.”
Jessica was shifting on my lap. “Now, what are we going to do with you tonight? I can’t stand the thought of all these single Doms looking at you while I work.” The thought of anyone looking at Jessica made my vision turn red.
“Wow. That is a pretty sub you have your hands on.” Leave it to Neal to make a man jealous and make Jessica squirm to cover up.
Neal was like a brother to Jessica and Patty. He had gone to school with Patty at MIT, and he ran her company, Black Hat Security. I could tell Jessica was about to make a rude comment. I didn’t want to spend my night disciplining her for disrespecting a Dom, so I put my hand over her mouth before she could speak.
Neal sat down in the chair next to John. He cast an admiring glance at Daisy. We might not have to wait for Aaron. We’d see how Neal did with her, which brought my next plan to mind. But I needed some information before I put my plan into motion.
“Have you found anything?”
Neal ran his hands through his hair and gripped the back of his neck to release some of the tension that had built up. “No. Nobody has been back to her apartment. How about you?”
“I have a call with Sam tomorrow. He’s visiting the prison today.”
Jessica let out a gasp when I said prison. I mentally kicked myself for not watching what I said.
“You think it’s them?”
Neal and I both said “No” at the same time.
“We’re not sure who it is. We’re just taking precautions.” Not wanting to discuss Jessica’s case anymore in front of her, I figured I would put my plan into motion. “John, can you take my shift tonight?”
“I would, but I promised a reward for this one.”
“Daisy’s excited for a reward!”
“Neal, do you have a sub for the evening?” Neal never came with a sub, so I knew his answer already. I gave him credit for picking up on my line of thought.
Neal took another look at Daisy kneeling next to John. I could see the longing in his eyes. “No.”
I had him. “John, would you mind if Neal gave Daisy her reward for the night? Maybe he could even take her home?” I felt the swift kick under the table from Neal, but I didn’t acknowledge it.
John, on the other hand, was pretty much dancing in his chair. He hadn’t had an evening off from protecting Daisy for the past three months. “I wouldn’t mind. Neal, do you want to reward Daisy and keep her for the weekend.”
It took everything for me not to burst out laughing. It had gone from one night to the whole weekend.
“Daisy would like a change of scenery for the weekend. Please, Master Neal? I will do anything you want, and if you want another sub, she can join us.”
“Who could turn down an offer like that? Why don’t you come over here and kneel next to me?”
Daisy jumped up and scurried over to sit on the floor next to Neal. She seemed ecstatic to be spending time with someone else. Maybe John was doing more harm than good. “Do you want to tell me why you are getting a reward?”
Not waiting for Daisy to respond, I filled Neal in on what Sasha had done, and that Daisy let us know what was going on. I could see the anger in Neal’s eyes at the thought of someone disrespecting Jessica.
Neal and Daisy left to wander about the dungeon. When they were out of earshot, John thanked me for his time off before he headed out to take my shift. Then I had to decide what Jessica and I would do for the evening.
“Up you go.” Once Jessica was up, I took her hand and headed toward the staircase that led to my apartment.
Jessica
I couldn’t stop the tears from forming in my eyes. I knew my scars would scare Brock away. Despite what he had said, nobody wanted to be with someone who had scars covering their body. Brock was handsome and could have any woman he wanted. Sasha was right. My husband hadn’t been able to stand the sight of my body, and he always made sure I knew it.
I still couldn’t believe a stranger would say those awful things to someone they didn’t know. If I hadn’t been so shocked, I would have stuck up for myself or at least realized that she knew what my husband had said about me. That could only mean she was the woman Doug had been cheating on me with. I had never looked at the photos Patty took. Patty had snuck into Club Sanctorum before she was with Sam to prove my ex-husband was a lowlife.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t realize we were already back at Brock’s apartment. I wouldn’t break down until I was in my room. Then I would have my pity party. Once we were inside, I tried to pull from Brock’s grasp, but he held me tighter.
“Where do you think you are going?” Brock was using his Dom voice.
“Going to bed.” I was about to lose it and start bawling. Still trying to hide, I turned as much as I could toward my room.
“Why?”
“Because you don’t want me!” I yelled. It slipped out of my mouth without conscious thought.
Brock pulled me into his arms. He waited until I looked up at him. I had tears streaming down my face. His response made me even more confused.
“Why do you think I don’t want you?” He was dragging his fingers up and down the side of my arms, which was sending shock waves through my body.
“We left the club. You didn’t want me down there.”
“Hmm… I didn’t want other men looking at you down there. You have my dick so hard.” Making his point, he rubbed up against me. “I wanted to do a scene with you the second I saw you in that outfit.”
“Then why are we up here?”
“I figured your first time would be better in private. I’m still worried about your past being triggered. This is a more controlled environment.”
How could I argue with that logic? “Are we going to do a scene?”
“Yes. Go to my bedroom, undress, and kneel on the bed.”
Not wanting to look too eager, I walked to his room. Once I was out of his sight, I ran. Brock’s room looked like it came out of a Better Homes and Gardens magazine. The walls were light blue. He had white furniture that made it look crisp and clean, and there was no laundry on the floor.
Not wanting to make a mess, I hurried and undressed. I folded my clothes and put them on the chair next to the bed. My anxiety was high. Not wanting to waste the chance of being with Brock, I got into position and waited for him to come.
It felt like it took an hour for him to appear in the bedroom. I could hear his footsteps on the plush carpet.
“You look beautiful waiting for me on my bed. I bet you’re dripping for me.”
His words made me blush. He was right. The thought of pleasing Brock had me so turned on that I couldn’t wait for his fingers to touch my body.
He slowly dragged his fingers over the scars on my back and butt. It made me flinch, and when I did, Brock smacked my ass, sending a zing of pleasure through my body. I had never been spanked before.
“I think your scars make you look sexy. They are something you survived and that strengthened you. Wear them with pride.”
Brock continued his journey. My body was on fire. I felt like I would explode from his touch.
“From the looks of it, you like being on display. We’ll start with twenty erotic spankings. I want you to count out each one. If it becomes too much, say red.” He didn’t wait for my response before the first four blows hit my ass. The sensation made my body hum.
I was so aroused from the spankings that by the time we got to twenty, I was panting and could barely take any more of his touch. All Brock had to do was touch my folds with a finger, and I exploded and fell to the bed.
Brock removed his pants and shirt and climbed into bed, pulling me against him. When the haze of the orgasm faded, I realized he hadn’t come. I tried to pull away, but he kept
his grip tight.
“Brock, how about you?”
“Not tonight. Tonight was about you, and you were amazing. I want to take things slow.”
Not sure if it was from the orgasm or being in Brock’s arms, I fell into a deep sleep for the first time since the accident.
8
Jessica
It had been a couple weeks since the night Brock and I had planned to go to the club. Since then, I had been staying in his room, and we had graduated from spanking to a flogger. He still struggled with tying me up, thinking it would bring back memories. It would take patience, and we would get there. I was more frustrated that we hadn’t had sex. He wanted to take his time. I thought men moved more quickly than this.
We were sitting in the kitchen having breakfast when a knock came from the door. Brock didn’t seem surprised to have company. I went to answer it and found Antonio on the other side.
I leaned in and gave him a hug, and he kissed me on the forehead like a sister. Since my boss was his brother, Antonio and I were pretty much like brother and sister.
“Good morning, Antonio.”
“Good morning, Queen and Brock.”
Brock walked over and pulled me from Antonio’s grasp.
“Patty is next in line, not me.” Patty had finally taken her place in line for the crown since meeting Sam. At least that was one less thing I had to worry about. I never wanted to go to Shialia again. There were too many bad memories of what happened to me there.
Antonio chuckled. “I know. I like seeing you get worked up. Are you almost ready?”
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be getting ready for. I’d barely left Blackwood Security since the car bomb, and nobody had come any closer to figuring out who had attacked me.
“Ready for what?”
Antonio gave Brock a strange look.
Brock ran his hand through his hair like he did when things bothered him. “Antonio is going to take you to Ross Enterprises for the day.”