by Sebastian Ex
Brandon and I have been trying to work out the best way to expand the club. We’ve got a few ideas, but everything seems beyond our time and monetary budget, so we keep going back to moving the stage and making the VIP area bigger, moving it to where the stage is now.
“Come here,” I direct Ella, rolling my chair out so she can sit on my lap.
“I’m going to go call Penny, give her some instructions for tonight.” Brandon walks out. It’s his way of not being a jerk and giving us privacy. Though I’m also sure he wouldn’t mind watching, too.
“What are you two doing up here?” Ella swings the blueprints around to look at them.
“We’re planning to expand the club, and trying to decide how to make it work without blowing our budget or shutting down for a month. But we have to have pillars in these three sections because we’re knocking down the entire wall, so the roof needs the support.”
She swivels around on my lap, elbows on my desk and she looks at the prints. “What if you change the entrance to this side, bring the stage in the new part right up to the pillars, and then add the VIP section here. This way, you can close off and divide the VIP section into two, have one-way glass and a private dancing area for the big rollers. But you’d have to have security in there so your private parties don’t get too carried away.” She shrugs and looks at me.
I watched as she was pointing everything out and I have to say, it looks like it could work. “I think those are good ideas and may work.”
She beams at me, “Really?”
“Yeah, really.” Her eyes light up and her smile transforms her face into something beautiful. “Now kiss me, and make me hard.” Easy to do, considering I get hard every time I’m with her.
She leans in and closes her mouth over mine. She’s using her tongue slowly, savoring our taste with long, lush licks. Her eagerness and vulnerability are sparking every nerve in my cock, making me hard. I slide my hands through her hair, fist one at the base of her nape and tug her head back. Her neck is elegantly elongated, her eyes are closed, and her body is arching toward me.
I know she likes it, so I lick from her chin all the way down to the hollow in her neck. “Ohhh,” she moans alluringly. With my free hand, I unbutton the top buttons of her shirt. I slide my hand inside, cupping her tits inside her tiny bra. “Please,” she begs.
“What is it my little kitten wants?” Now I’m teasing her, she knows I need to hear her say it. There’ll come a time when I won’t have to ask, and then I’ll know she’s left her horrendous past behind and will live in the present, not the past.
I lower her bra cup beneath her tit, and I’m at the perfect height to take her nipple in my mouth and suck on it.
“For you to fuck me, please.”
My tongue swirls around her nipple, my mouth sucking on it until a perfect peak forms in my mouth. Moving away from her, I watch how her body reacts to me, craving my domination. “Not until we’re home.”
She fights it, silencing the complaint in her mind and stifling whatever comment she wants to blurt out. “Yes, Sir,” she finally says, and moves her bra back over her boob.
“Good. Now get back to work, because we only have…” I check my watch, “An hour and a half left. But when I get you home, I want you to make me a scotch, go take a shower, then kneel on the floor beside our bed to wait for me.”
Her cheeks flush and she smiles. “Yes, Sir.” She stands and moves toward the door. Her hips sway more than they usually do, and she turns to look at me over her shoulder.
She’s in so much trouble when we get home.
Nineteen
It’s been a week since I fired Christian, and Brandon and I have decided what we’re going to do with the club. As it turns out, Ella’s ideas worked well and Justin’s drawing up the plans to include them. We’ve put in our offer to buy the pool hall, and everything is going well.
Tonight’s a busy night. I still haven’t found a replacement for Billy, so we’re one bouncer down. And to make matters worse, Billy’s come down with a touch of food poisoning, so he can’t help cover the floor. So now we’re two bouncers down.
I’m expecting our friend Nathan Stone to come in tonight. He sent me an email and told me he’d be coming with his girlfriend and wanted to catch up over drinks.
Brandon’s been in my office bringing me up to date with where we’re at financially, and everything seems to be running smoothly.
“What time is Nathan coming in?” Brandon asks.
I look at my watch and see it’s nearing 9 p.m. “About now, I think. He got off shift at six and said he should be here by nine.”
We both stand, and go down to the VIP area. Nathan and his companion are both already there.
“Hey,” he says as he sees Brandon and me. “This is Bianca, my girlfriend. These are my friends Brandon and Matt.”
“Matthew,” I correct him.
“Nice to meet you,” she says extending her hand. She’s a tiny little thing, with long, dark red hair, big boobs and the brownest of eyes.
“You don’t have a drink yet?” Brandon asks as he looks to get a waitress’s attention.
At the same time, Dianne walks into the VIP section. “Hi, welcome to Onyx Club. My name’s Dianne and I’ll be serving you this evening. Can I get you a drink?” she asks looking to Bianca first.
“She’ll have a Pear Martini and I’ll have a Budweiser.” He puts his hand on Bianca’s thigh and squeezes it. My eyes examine her more carefully. He’s asserting to us Bianca is his. The subtle collar around her neck, the way he ordered for her, and her overall appearance tells me she’s his slave and he’s her Master. He was always a Dominant, and now it appears he’s stepped right up to Master.
I look around the club and don’t see Ella anywhere. Brandon and Nathan are talking and I’m slightly distracted by the fact I have yet to see Ella. When Dianne returns with the drinks I stop her before she leaves, “Have you seen Ella?”
“No, sir. I thought she was with you all night.”
“Please excuse me, I’m going to go find my disobedient sub and punish her for disappearing on me.”
Nathan chuckles and Brandon shakes his head. Bianca smiles and keeps watching the show.
I leave the VIP area and go back stage to search for her. I look everywhere and can’t find her. I go into my office, look under the desk, and she’s certainly not there.
I’m beginning to panic because she’s never, since she’s been with me, ever disappeared like this. I go down to the bar, because I also know she’s formed friendships with the bartenders. “Boys, have you seen Ella?” I ask them as they continue to pour drinks.
“Nope.”
“No, sorry.”
“No, sir.”
What the hell is going on?
I go to find Billy who’s quarantined in the control room, looking at all the monitors.
“Have you seen Ella on the screen?”
“Not for a while, probably two hours. I saw her cleaning a table, and I had to go to the bathroom a couple of times. I don’t think I’ve seen her since I got back the second time.”
“What time was that?” I’m becoming agitated.
“The first time was just before seven, and the second maybe around eight.”
“Bring up all the cameras to start rolling from ten to seven.”
“Yes, sir.”
He has the footage rewound to the time I asked for. I see Ella clearing a table and turning to leave, when she stills. I can see by the way she’s standing still, she’s frightened. Her mouth pops open. “Can you zoom in?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He zooms in on Ella. I watch the color drain out of her face, and she looks like she’s seen a ghost. She’s shaking and terrified. She turns around, her back to whatever she saw that frightened her so badly, and she disappears through the staff door. “Bring it up.” We follow her on camera until she disappears into the staff room, where she spends the better part of an hour. She periodically pops her hea
d out of the staff room and looks around. After an hour or so, she goes back out to the front, where she stands at the staff door and looks toward whoever had scared her. When she walks out further, a man approaches her. She freezes on the spot. He gets close, and then she collapses in his arms. He puts his arm under her arms and waltzes her out of the fucking club.
“What the fuck?” Billy continues following the man, who slides her into his Lexus and leaves. He marched her straight past the bartenders, although they were looking elsewhere, busy. He had her tucked under his arm, hidden from Mike, the bouncer on duty at the door. He walked right out with her. Anybody looking at them would think she’d just had too much to drink and her caring partner was taking her home.
But I’m her fucking caring partner, and she’s been taken.
“Get all the information you can on that car. I’ll be back in a minute.”
I bolt down to the VIP area. Nathan and Brandon are laughing at something as Bianca continues to watch the show.
“We need to go,” I say to Brandon.
“What’s the problem?”
“Ella’s been taken.”
“What the fuck?”
Nathan turns to look at me. “Taken?”
“Kidnapped.”
Nathan looks to Bianca, “Sweetheart, I’m going to have one of the security guys from here take you home. When you get home, lock the doors, take a shower, and go to bed. But leave the kitchen and hallway lights on. When I get home, I’ll call you to let me in.”
“Yes, Master,” she says.
“Get one of your guys to take her home,” he says to Brandon. Nathan gives her the house keys and kisses her. Brandon’s already called Ted over to take care of her. “He’ll look after her?” Nathan asks, eyeing Ted.
“He will,” Brandon answers. He turns to Ted. “Please take Bianca home and make sure she gets inside safely.”
“Yes, sir,” Ted replies.
Nathan eyes Ted and nods. “If you say he’s good people, then I trust you.” Ted and Bianca leave, and Nathan turns to me, “Show me the security tapes.”
“I suspect I know who may have taken her.” Scott the banker, or perhaps one of his associates.
We’re going to find Ella and get her back. And I’ll fucking kill anyone who’s laid a fucking hand on her.
ELLA
I’m so sleepy and tired. Where am I? I try and open my eyes but they’re heavy and I can barely focus. I’m laying down on my side and it hurts, it feels so bumpy. “Hello,” I try to say although my throat is dry.
I try to regain my focus. When I do, I notice I’m inside the trunk of a car. What the hell is going on? As I lie in here trying to figure it out, everything comes back to me.
Scott’s friend, he was at the club. He’s one of the cruelest people I’ve ever known. The things Scott let all those men do to me were bad, but him, he ripped me open. He tore my skin with a whip, and when I passed out he destroyed my bottom.
My heart starts pounding loudly. A lump gathers in my throat and I feel like I’m going to throw up.
“I asked Scott if I could play with you again and he told me you had run away. Lucky for me, I found you,” he said to me when he accosted me back at the club.
I know what he’s going to do to me. He almost killed me when he ‘played’ with me in Scott’s dungeon. Please God, take my life, and don’t let him near me, please God. If there’s one thing you can do for me, it’s to let me die right now. I won’t be able to survive what he’ll do to me.
The car comes to a stop and I hold my breath, because once he pops the trunk open, I know he’s going to torture me to the brink of death.
I count the seconds. The tension is my body is almost paralyzing. I know I’m not strong enough to survive him again.
The trunk lid opens and immediately I’m greeted with a punch to my left eye. My head hits back against something hard and black spots dance in front of my eyes. My eye instantly puffs in response and I can literally feel it swelling shut.
Suddenly I feel weightless, the black sparkles get larger, and a veil of darkness drops over me.
“Wake up, Princess.” His hand is around my throat, the fingers tightening, threatening to cut off all my breath.
I try to grab for his hand, but my arms are restrained above my head. I try to kick, but my legs are shackled. My good eye flies open and I see him. His face is close to mine, his face a mask of anger. His pupils are huge, black with arousal, and his mouth is distorted into a snarl.
“There, that woke you.” His fingers tighten more. I’m desperate to breathe but only a trickle of air reaches my lungs. “I control you now, bitch. You listen only to me. See, I can even control your breathing. I can take your life away and no one would even care.” He squeezes tighter, stopping all air flow.
Tears are spilling out and I’m gasping, frantic to get air into my lungs. He lets go of my throat and steps back. I hang my head and wheeze, coughing, trying to pull as much air into my body as I can.
Matt. I need him. Right now I need him. But he probably doesn’t even know I’m gone. I wish Matt and his bossy ways was close enough to rescue me. I’ll never see his dark eyes, his tall frame won’t ever loom over me again. He’ll never hold me or tell me how beautiful I am. I’ll never be able to run my hands through his thick, silvery-streaked dark brown hair as his chest presses into me, while he claims and protects me.
“My name is Master. Say it,” he says from the other end of the room.
“Master,” I repeat, emotionless.
“I can and will do what I want to you.” He lights a smoke and puffs on it as he stands against the wall opposite me. He leans back, a hand in his pants pocket. His sleeves are rolled up and his eyes don’t leave me. His stare is so intense, so scary, I can feel the menace behind his eyes from the other side of the room. “I’ll ease you into it tonight.” I turn to look around the room, the jail I’ll be forever restricted to. It’s a torture room. There’s a spanking bench, though I don’t believe I’ll be spanked. I think I’ll be beaten, badly. I’m suspended, naked, on a St. Andrews Cross. The restraints are uncomfortable, too tight, but I doubt he cares how I feel about it.
“Master,” I say in a tiny voice.
“Did I tell you to speak?”
“No, Master. But I really need some water.”
He walks over to me, flicks his half-finished cigarette at my breasts, pulls his hand over his opposite shoulder and back-hands me. “I said, did I tell you to speak?” I can’t help it, tears let loose and freely fall. “Shut up, cunt,” he yells at me as he slaps me again on the other side of my face. The more he hits me, the more I cry. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Smash. “Stop crying.” Smack. “Useless bitch.” Bash. “I’ve got all night.” Another blow.
I can barely open my eyes, and I know my face is bleeding because I can see droplets of red hanging off my eyelashes. I hold in the tears, and try to be quiet. “You’re so fucking ugly. Look at your mouth. It’s swollen almost shut, so you can’t suck me off. Lucky I remember how much you liked me fucking your ass.”
I can barely see out of my eyes. The one that was working is swelling shut so quickly it’ll only be a few minutes before I’ll be temporarily blind.
His hand gently runs over my breasts, if I didn’t know him better I’d think this might be the hand of a kind lover, not a beast who finds pleasure in my pain.
My eyes are completely swollen shut now, and all I have is the sensation of my skin, and my hearing to know what’s happening.
I hear the whoosh of the air, and his fist connects with my stomach a millisecond later. The pain is intense. I try and hunch forward, but the restraints keep me upright. I feel the vomit rising. Another punch to my stomach. I’m starting to slip, drifting toward the safety of darkness. It’s calling me, begging me to become one with it. And I want to, but my body won’t cooperate. I want to die.
Twenty
“This is the house?” I ask as we pull up in front of an affluent home. The hous
es are set back from the street and far apart from each other.
“This is the address the car’s registered to,” Nathan says as he checks his notebook against the house number. “The guy’s name is Joshua Viviente, III.”
I stop my car in front of a neighbor’s house. I don’t want to alert him to us if he’s watching. I’m out before either Brandon or Nathan, and going directly for his front door.
“Hey, what the hell are you doing?” Nathan asks, pulling me back.
“I’m going to get Ella back.”
“You have no idea what’s going on in there. We have to plan this.”
“Fuck a plan. We’re going in to get his girl,” Brandon interrupts, stepping between us.
“You can make whatever fucking plan you want, I’m going to knock, and when he opens the door, I’m gonna fucking kill him.” Easy, kill the motherfucker and get my girl back.
I don’t stop to listen to anything; I run to the front door and hit the doorbell. I keep pressing it until I can hear footsteps approaching. I keep pressing it, waiting for him to open the door.
The door swings open and the fucker is cleaning blood off his hands with a towel. He’s fucking killed her.
I grab his shirt and smash his fucking face in. I keep drawing my hand back, and keep punching. He’s had no chance to react. He stumbles back, his body collapsing, but I don’t fucking care. I keep punching him. The knuckles of my right hand are killing me. His face is already pulverized, but I can’t fucking stop. I just keep punching.
“Matthew!” I hear Brandon behind me. He grabs my fist before I land another punch on Viviente’s face. “Stop, or you’ll kill him.”
“That’s the plan.” I stand, breathing hard, opening and clenching my fist. “Ella,” I say as I look around the house. Without stopping, I check every room, and run upstairs taking two steps at a time. I check all the rooms on the second floor, but she’s nowhere. A house like this has got to have a basement. I find the door to the basement and bolt down the stairs, leaping past the last four.
I look carefully around the lower floor and find a door in the damp room. Opening it, there are steps which go further down. Without a moment’s hesitation, I fly down those stairs.