“Who gives a fuck? You are a sub and I’m a Dom. If I want to play, you play. If you didn’t want to play you wouldn’t be here. Now shut up!” he said, still dragging her toward the cross thing.
“Kyle, Kyle!” she screamed, kicking and fighting, clawing at him, trying to get away.
“Shut up! And hold still!” He stopped and pulled a large ball gag out of his pocket. “You will shut up!” he said as he stuffed it in her mouth and attempted to fasten it.
Really fighting and kicking now, she was making it hard for him to do what he wanted. He backhanded her across the face, almost knocking her out. “Now come on!”
Half-unconscious, he was able to drag her to the cross and fasten her hands over her head, leaving her barely standing on her toes.
He grabbed the back of her dress and ripped it, leaving her naked. Running his hands up and down her body, he rubbed both breasts and squeezed hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. She would be bruised tomorrow. Then he reached between her legs and said with a snicker, “Not wet yet, but you will be.”
Still dazed, her mind screamed for Kyle, hoping somehow he would come and rescue her. Why had this man taken her? Kyle said the collar would protect her and this guy wasn’t paying it any attention.
She heard glass breaking and the crowd cheer. Hoping that was good news and Kyle would come to find her soon, she continued to pray and mentally scream for him.
The man behind her continued groping her, grabbing her breasts and pinching and pulling, stuffing his fingers between her legs.
At last, he stopped and walked away. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but heard him open a cabinet and take something out.
As he walked back, she could see he was carrying a flogger, a cane and a single tail. Oh my God, she though and tried to scream around the gag.
“No one tells me no!” the man screamed at her. He grabbed the flogger and, with no warm up, turned and slapped her across the ass with it, making sure a few of the strips went between her legs.
Jenna screamed into the gag and tried to escape. Jim had her fastened so tight to the cross that she could barely move.
As Jim reared back for the second strike, he was lifted off his feet and thrown across the room. Kyle growled. “What the fuck are you doing with my sub, you fucking asshole?”
Jim turned with raised fists to see a giant wall of rage coming at him. “Who the fuck are you?” Jim screamed, not ready to do the smart thing and back down.
Kyle advanced on Jim and was ready to pound him into the ground. Just as he got ready to commit murder, Dean walked up and put his arms around him. Kyle turned swiftly and was ready to go after Dean. “Whoa, man. Take care of the girl. She needs you and this scum isn’t worth going to jail. We’ll put him in the dungeon with the others until Dave can get this figured out.” Dave was one of the owners of the club and had also been in the Air Force with Kyle.
Taking a deep breath, Kyle heard the wisdom in Dean’s words. He still wanted to kill Jim, but Jenna needed him. Connie was already working on getting Jenna down and had a blanket ready to wrap her in.
“Oh baby, I’m so sorry this happened to you,” he whispered, taking her into his arms. Connie took the gag out and Jenna sobbed.
“I screamed for you and he put the gag in my mouth and I couldn’t scream. I told him I had to stay, that my master told me to stay. He didn’t listen, he took my arm and dragged me here. He didn’t care about the collar and he…he…”
She was sobbing so hard now she couldn’t talk.
Goddamn, someone is gonna pay. I’m gonna kill the fucking bastard and when I find out who let him in my club, I’m gonna kill them, too, thought Kyle. The evening had went totally FUBAR, Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition as they would say in the force, and he damn well was gonna find out why. But first, he needed to take care of Jenna. Thanking Dean and Connie for their help, he headed toward their room, holding Jenna as close to him as he could, whispering soothing words to her and moving quick.
“Baby, do you want the doctor to check you out? Do you need to go to the hospital?” he asked.
“No, just hold me. Promise you won’t ever let me go. Stay with me,” she cried.
“Oh baby, I’m gonna take care of you. Let’s get you back to the room and I’m gonna find out what the fuck is going on here.”
Chapter Six
Back in the room, he sat in the chair and held Jenna while she cried. He tried to take the blanket and examine her, but she wouldn’t let go of him. After several long minutes, her sobbing calmed and he lifted her face to look in her eyes.
“Baby, I am so sorry this happened to you. There are supposed to be rules in place to keep this from happening and you can damn well believe that I am going to find out what happened and make sure it doesn’t happen again. Now I’m going to give you a little whiskey to help calm your nerves and I want you to take another hot soak in the tub.” And wash that scum off of you, he thought, not wanting to upset her by saying it out loud.
“Okay,” she said in a small voice.
“I’m going to put you in the chair while I go run your bath, baby, I’ll be right back.”
“No! Don’t leave me. I’ll bathe later. Don’t leave me alone,” she cried, and it almost broke his heart.