“Sleep babe.” He kissed my nape causing goosbumps to appear. “You’re safe.”
And that’s exactly what I did.
Chapter Twelve
Friday couldn’t come any faster. I fell into a pattern of working in The Club’s premises when Brock was called to the construction site despite having told his managers he wasn’t to be disturbed. I urged him to go.
“Brock, it’s your business. Your first baby.” I slung my arms loosely around his shoulders while he held me around the waist. “I’ll be fine.”
There was no sign of Gavin and Dolly Tresher being seen in Karim. Beebee—or, rather Tally Fremanis—had also briefed Jet Mak about what transpired. I half-expected him to object to my presence, but nada. I also caught Dennis and Beebee a few times talking quietly when they didn’t think I was looking. They were up to something, no doubt about that. When I asked Brock if he knew what they were talking about, he said he didn’t have a clue.
I didn’t spend much time thinking about what the two were up to because finally, Adam was coming home. He would arrive in Karim that evening. Brock was happy too, glancing at me sideways, his mouth in a lopsided grin while he spoke to Adam.
“Seriously? Both of you are treating me like I was some fragile doll.” I rolled my eyes when I finally got to speak to Adam. I watched Brock amble to the kitchen, his jeans low on his hips showing the ‘V’ to the cock I was dying to ride.
“You are precious, babe.” Adam made that chuckle that made my sex squeeze in anticipation.
“I can’t wait to see you,” I murmured. “I can’t wait to have you both inside me.”
Adam was quiet on the other end of the line. Brock looked up at me. The gradual heat of his gaze could trip of the apartment’s fire alarm.
“Adam?”
“Do you know how difficult it is to hide my hard on when I’m wearing a business suit?” he growled softly. “I’m going to make your pussy so wet when I fuck you hard. Before I put my cock in you ass.”
I closed my eyes nearly moaning when I felt a little twitch in my ass.
“Be gentle with me.” I teased softly.
“We both will be.”
I hadn’t noticed that Brock had returned. He held me from behind before his hand went down my soaking panties. I gasped when he found my wet clit, and he started to tease and rub it while nipping the column of my throat and shoulder blade.
I nearly let go of the phone, but Brock caught it with his other hand. He switched on the speaker.
“Ahhh fuck, mate,” Adam groaned. “Tell me her pussy’s wet.”
“Wet and aching for both our cocks, man.” Brock’s voice rasped as his excitement grew. “I haven’t put my cock into her so it’s jealous of my fingers. And tongue. You better get here soon because I can’t wait any longer.”
“Let me charter a plane to get to Karim as soon as I can.”
“You’d do that?” I wanted to sound incredulous but Brock finger fucking me made me whimper instead.
“For your pussy and ass, I’d do anything, Bettina.”
The phone line went dead, and I turned around so that Brock could plunder my mouth. He carried me to the kitchen, my legs wrapping around his waist. I felt feel his hard dick against my core, and that got me soaking. Then he sat me on the island, spread my legs and devoured my pussy until I came. He continued licking and kissing my clit and before I knew it, his finger was knuckle deep inside my ass. It was a different sensation, and I wanted more. I gasped when he looked up to me and slowly added another finger, making me wider. There was a tinge of pain, of discomfort then all I could feel was a growing desire for more.
“I’m prepping you for Adam and myself,” he mumbled against my sex, and I could feel another orgasm coming. Just the thought of what could happen tonight was turning me on. “Oh baby, we’re going to finally have and hold you, and we’ll never let you go.”
Tears suddenly stung the back of my eyes at the slow crest of emotion I felt at his words.
Because Brock had just voiced the wish that was in my heart.
Hours later, after a long shower where I returned the favor of taking his cock inside my mouth until he came, we were finally on our way to The Club. Brock wore dark jeans and an open neck white shirt. I opted for a halter neck dress that had a floral pattern of red, red orange, and fuchsia on a white background. It wasn’t exactly clubbing get up.
But neither was I expecting it to stay long on my body. It was more for expediency.
We were making our way to the Members Only entrance when I froze. Dolly and Gavin were on the line waiting to enter The Club.
“Babe?” Brock looked at me before following my line of sight. His face hardened before blocking my view. He tilted my chin, and I had no choice but to gaze into his green eyes. “They won’t hurt you, Bettina. After tonight, they won’t bother you again.”
Before I could ask what he meant, he took my elbow and gently led me to the side of the building, shielding me from Gavin and his wife.
“Bettina!”
My stomach plummeted. I became so paralyzed with fear that Brock had to nearly pull me with him towards the Members Only door. My heartbeat slowed inside my chest, and I was finding it hard to breathe. Brock’s arm went around my waist, tightening when I stumbled upon a crack on the ground. Austin Pepperdine was already at the door, swinging it open as we neared.
“Bettina Francis! Simone!”
Despite the thudding music cascading down the stone steps of The Club, everyone in the waiting line heard Gavin shout.
“Brock,” I croaked. I was breaking into a cold sweat. “I want to go home.”
Brock just kissed my hair.
“You are home. You’re with people who will protect you.” He was so gentle with me, I wanted to cry. “One more step Bettina and we’re through. Unless you want me to carry you over the threshold.”
Not even Brock’s attempt to joke could stop the chills that wracked my body.
I can do this. I can do this.
I forced my leaden legs to move, and I was inside The Club. Austin immediately closed the door, but that didn’t stop Gavin’s voice from ringing in my ears. I never thought that a dimly lit corridor could be a haven from the cruelty of others. My grip on Brock’s hand was so tight he should have winced at the very least. But he didn’t even make a sound. Instead, he placed his other arm around my shoulder and gathered me to his chest. I couldn’t stop shaking. I finally let go of his hand so that he could rub back some heat into my frozen body.
“It’s okay now. Shhh….”
“I can’t…ssttop…shhaak..ing.”
“Bettina.”
My name sounded like a reverent whisper conjured by the air around us. I closed my eyes wishing it were true. That the other man in my life was finally here. Brock loosened his hold on me. Bemused I looked up and saw him nod at someone behind me with a relieved smile on his lips. Slowly, I turned, and my heart soared. I flung myself into Adam’s. He cradled the back of my neck before kissing me deeply, bending me slightly over his arm. I kissed him back with all the feeling I had pouring into that kiss.
The three of us were complete once more.
“Adam.” My eyes glistened with moisture. I turned to Brock. “Did you know?”
“Only just before we left the pad,” Brock approached us. “Adam told me not to tell you to surprise you.” He extended his hand which Adam took. “Good to have you back, man.”
“It’s great to be back home.”
“Home?” I hoped against hope. “You’re staying?”
Adam’s blues lit up. “Yes. I’m staying. That operation was my last one. I’m setting up shop here.”
I hugged them both, my nemesis outside of The Club momentarily forgotten.
“That’s great, man! Karim will need a doctor and surgeon even.” Brock grinned from ear to ear. “You can crash at my place until you get a place.”
“Or until I finalize things in London. Thanks, mate.” Adam said, smiling.
“Lady and gentlemen, if you could please make your way up here,” Austin called us from the landing to the second floor. I hadn’t even realized he had disappeared. My anxiety was that bad.
Dennis was already at the Deuxieme Bar when we rounded the corner. He was with a muscled blond haired blued eyed specimen of testosterone. I bet he was a Viking.
“Bettina, I’m so glad you’re here.” Dennis beamed before introducing me to his companion for the evening. “Meet Eric Gustaffson.”
Yup, I was right.
“Where’s Beebee?” I asked looking around while Brock and Adam went to get drinks.
“Downstairs tending the bar,” Dennis replied sipping from his scotch on ice. “But we can see her from the security room.”
“Why would I want to do that?” I asked surprised before noticing Adam and Brock deep in conversation. Were they deciding on who was going to fuck my ass first?
My core squeezed. My imagination was going haywire.
“You might just be surprised.”
I scowled. “What the hell are you talking about. I’m not into women.”
Dennis guffawed. “I know that.” He had to compose himself, and I looked at him perplexed. “It’s not like I said something so hilarious.”
His shoulders continued to shake with mirth. “It was just so out of left field.”
I made a sound between a huff and a chuckle then smiled when Adam and Brock returned. Austin also approached us.
“Ready?” He looked at all of us.
I turned to the men. I was shaking my head in confusion. “Ready? For what?”
Adam tilted my chin and gave me the sweetest kiss. “For your nightmare to end.”
Chapter Thirteen
We followed Austin back down to the ground floor, and my breathing shallowed. Panic gripped me once more.
“Why are we going down to the ground floor?”
“Easy, baby,” Adam said close to my ear since the music was getting louder. “No one will see us. Brock and I will protect you.”
The place was starting to teem with people who stayed closer to the main bar and dance floor. A door stood just a few feet from the stairwell, and Austin opened it.
We were inside the Security Room. I looked at Adam and Brock. Their faces gave nothing away. Neither did they looked surprised. My eyes narrowed. They were definitely up to something, but they were giving away nothing.
Two suits, male and female, were inside the Security Room monitoring the activity outside. When they saw Austin, they nodded and left.
“Why are we here?” I asked. This was the last room I expected to be in. I was perplexed. Would I be spending the entire night here in the Security Room because Gavin Tresher was outside? Geez, this was hardly the place to get kinky with Adam and Brock.
The monitors showed several areas of The Club: from the main doors, the bar and dance floor, all the way to the VIP area—Where Beebee was talking to Gavin while she deftly prepared the drinks.
I felt the blood drain out of my face before it came rushing back, making me uncomfortably flushed. The anger had remained under the surface all these months burst through. I looked at Dennis. At Brock and Adam.
“Is this some kind of a sick joke?” I stepped back, putting a hand over my stomach. Like that was going to stop whatever little contents there was inside me from spewing out of my mouth.
“Bettina, calm down.” Dennis walked to me holding me at the shoulders. “Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe.”
Brock and Adam stayed close to me as I focused on Dennis’ voice. My chest heaved and eased several times before I could get a grip.
“Now, I want you to watch.” Dennis pointed to the monitor that showed the VIP Bar where Beebee was amiably chatting away with the asshole who ruined my life. A few people were on their cell phones, and from what I could see, some wore baffled expressions before their eyes rounded in shock. Both male and female patrons had indescribable faces while they continued to look at their respective devices. They didn’t know whether to laugh or be offended by what they saw. The faces of men who had dates, wives, or were with their girlfriends changed from confusion to downright rage. Arguments were starting on the floor like pocket explosions of women with incredulous faces of denial and indignation until their attention veered to the VIP Bar. As one, a group of angry boyfriends, husbands, and partners almost plowed their way towards the bar.
“What the hell is going on?” I looked around. All the men around me had inscrutable expressions, but it made me feel as though they were waiting for something to happen.
What are they up to?
I was about to ask a second time when Austin flipped a switch allowing us to eavesdrop on the conversation happening at the bar.
The DJ continued to play music but what was so obvious was the absence of people’s voices. As though someone had planned a party but it flopped.
Everyone was looking at Gavin and Dolly who were oblivious to what was happening around them. They were still talking to Beebee until someone whirled Gavin around to face him.
“What the hell man?” The man who accosted Gavin snapped.
“What the—” Gavin’s drink sloshed over his hand before dripping on the floor. “What’d you do that for?”
“Hey, hey!” Beebee rebuked them leaning over as though she could break them up from behind the bar. The group of men was growing steadily. I was beginning to worry if a fight was about to break out. “You want to settle this with your fists take it outside.” She raised her hand and jerked her wrist signalling to the suits who had converged around the group.
“Why us?” The guest shot back in anger. “This asshole sent my girlfriend a video of his cock.”
I gasped, cupping my mouth in shock. The asshole knew no bounds!
“What a shit head,” Brock muttered behind me.
Adam was quiet, but I could feel his rage when his body stiffened beside me.
“What?” Gavin’s eyes bulged. Dolly echoed his shock. “Why the fuck would I do that? I don’t even know your girlfriend!”
“So if you knew her you’d send it to her?” The man was becoming unreasonable.
I was starting to see the hilarity of the situation.
“What? No!” Gavin’s face was stormy.
“What the hell, Gavin?” Dolly snapped bring her highball glass down hard on the bar’s surface, it was surprising it didn’t smash.
“I didn’t do anything!”
“Then what’s this?” One of the men in the group pushed to the front bringing his cell phone right up to Gavin’s face. There was fury on his own face.
I don’t know how Gavin showed his cock in the film. It wasn’t like there was another camera to give us an angle and see what almost everyone outside was looking at.
“Gavin!” Dolly shrieked, catching him before he fell to the floor.
“But…I…didn’t,” he stammered, his face turning beet red. “That’s not me.”
“Keep watching.” The self proclaimed leader of the tenuous mob snarled. “Because I swear to God, if you don’t I’m going to smash your face right where you stand.”
“Watch it!” Beebee snapped.
I didn’t know whether Beebee was warning the soon-to-be mob or commanding Gavin to do as he was told. His face was priceless—his eyes bulged further if that could even happen, and his mouth opened and closed without like he was talking underwater.
“I couldn’t have done this,” he screamed looking around at the faces of disgust.
No different from what happened to me after his betrayal of my trust.
“Oh my God.” A whispered prayer? Or an expression of shock?
They were both.
Gavin was taken away by the Suits who formed a human cordon to stop any furious partner from lynching the man who had fueled my nightmare. Dolly didn’t join him on his walk of shame. She stormed off keeping to the edge of the bar before a Suit stoically opened the fire exit for her.
“Gavin won’t
show his face in Karim ever again,” Dennis spoke, piercing the silence that fell over the room.
Austin flicked the switch to the speakers off. He smiled at me. “I better help downstairs. See you around.”
I sat at a nearby swivel chair looking at the men in my life.
“What did you do?”
“Gave him a taste of his own medicine,” Brock answered.
I felt my legs go numb. “You…were a part of this?”
“Wish I was.” Brock chuckled. “It was all Dennis and Beebee. The only involvement I had was to make sure you came here.”
“And you?” I looked at Adam.
“Only found out when I arrived in Karim.”
“Don’t blame them, sweetheart.”
“I’m not blaming them.” My voice rose in exasperation. “I just needed to know to what extent you went to.”
“Beebee called in a few favors,” Dennis answered then raised his hands. “Don’t ask me. I don’t know who she called in to help.”
My bestie knew me so well.
“Trust is and will always be one of the foundations of any BDSM Club,” Dennis continued as he sat on the side of the console table. “I called Borderline and made discreet inquiries about Gavin Tresher.”
“I don’t think they’d give you that kind of info.” Brock frowned, leaning against the wall with his arms and ankles crossed.
“Oh, I can be very persuasive.” Dennis had a knowing smile on his face.
“I can attest to that,” I said wryly, my mouth tugging up in the first smile for the night. That didn’t stop me from still feeling overwhelmed by what had happened.
“Anyway, Beebee helped me find out more about Gavin. Found out that he had been a member of Borderline for over a year.”
My eyes glazed at the memory. “No wonder he insisted on going there.”
“I asked about their non-disclosure agreement and the person on the other end let it slip that sometimes they made people sign this and at times they didn’t. The person on the other end must have realized he had said more than he should and became twitchy.”
“Does that mean Gavin may not have signed anything at all even from the very start?” I whispered, disconcerted. That time when he looked at the agreement after I signed my copy…no wonder he had seemed unfazed by it. A non-member of the club was made to sign the document where a member did not. How many more women did he bring there and humiliate?
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