Page 59 of Jacqueline's Quest

“We’re looking for a woman with a rare affliction. We were told Mr. Iniguez had a special case he’s been training for years,” Jaqueline said. “Do you have such a woman?”

The man scrubbed his chin, showing off a reaper tattoo on the back of his hand. “I believe I do.” He motioned for Jaqueline and Murray to join him. “There is something special about her. You’ll enjoy her, but as part of the conditions of allowing her to be bid on, she is not allowed to be touched by anyone.”

Murray blinked, confused by what the man said.What is going on here?

“Please explain,” Jaqueline said. “I thought all were available to inspect.”

The man nodded. “She is the exception to the rule. I will be with her the whole time.”

Murray didn’t like it. The whole situation stank of deceit. However, if he said anything, it could blow their cover. Again, he had to bite the hell out of his tongue to keep from saying something.

“You’re her trainer,” Jaqueline murmured.

“I am.” The man glanced at Murray then. “I’d do anything to protect her.Anything." He opened the door to the room. "These rooms are only available for an hour. There are cameras to make sure the merchandise isn't abused. When your time is up the light will come on over the door and you will be escorted out. You also have the ability to offer payment for this specific sub before the auction begins. If Mr. Iniguez is inclined to accept it, you may leave this room with your purchase."

It was also so sanitary and formal. They treated people like products not like humans. Murray entered the room with Jaqueline and found it empty. He titled his head, confused for a moment before he spotted the golden curtain across the room from them. Jaqueline ran her fingernails across his stomach, and he bit back a groan. She wasn't Jaqueline anymore. She'd flipped the switch. Had he been so deep in his thoughts, he hadn't seen the transformation from his sweet submissive to the hard-ass bitch, Madam Jacqueline? She pointed to the pillow positioned next to the chaise lounge and Murray went to his knees.

She sat beside him then leaned forward. “Easy...” Her warm breath brushed across his jaw and neck. “I can feel the malice coming off of you.”

“Sorry,” he muttered. “This is harder than I expected.”

“For me too.” She sighed. “This place is—”

"Like a carnival made specifically for freaks," Murray grunted. "And, not one meant to show off their talents. But we're not having fun because we see it for the depraved, vile place it is."

“Worse, I think,” she replied. “I hope we have the right room.”

“Me too,” Murray agreed. “I don’t think I can do this again.”

“Me either.”

The curtain came up and the tan skin of a woman appeared inch by inch until her whole body was revealed to them. He didn't know if it was his sister or not. Hannah was sixteen when she was kidnapped, this person was an adult. The expanse of her back had been tattooed with a beautiful multi-colored butterfly. Her brown hair had been pulled back in a set of Dutch braids. The woman's arms were raised above her head and her legs were spread apart by a spreader bar. Murray narrowed his eyes. There on the back of her neck was a small red mark. The V-mark worked upward into her hairline. He gripped Jaqueline's calf. He knew that mark. He'd memorized it while his mother rocked Hannah to sleep like a baby.

Hannah.

One hour ago...

Santiago showed Hannah the room they'd be in together. He promised her it would only be his hands touching her. His body pressed to hers. The idea of anyone other than him touching her sent a bolt of rage coursing through his body. He'd chop off the man's hand and shove it up their ass before killing him. A rash decision for sure, especially with the auction and it being in Raul's club, but it didn't matter. No matter what Raul believed, Hannah belonged to him.

“This glass window will be where they watch us.” Santiago knocked on it. “It’s a two-way mirror, they can see in we can’t see out.”

Hannah swallowed hard and ran her hand down her arm. “I’m not sure if I can relax enough to put on a show.”

Santiago had a plan for that. “We’re going to do something a little different.”

“Oh?” She perked up slightly. “What?”

"Well, we've used a blindfold and we've tried the noise-canceling headphones with music. Each time, it allowed you to enjoy the experience and," a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, "your sweet little pussy creamed for me."

Her cheeks pinkened. “Oscar!”

He laughed. “It’s true, butterfly. No need in being embarrassed.”

She wheeled herself closer to him and he knelt beside her. “Did you... Do this outside of the club. You know, before?”

Truth be told, he’d never had the inclination to even attempt anything like it—BDSM. However, working for Raul, he didn’t have a choice. He jumped feet first into the deep end and hoped like fuck he did the right thing, especially where Hannah was concerned. “No. You’re my first.”

She nodded, staring down at her folded hands. “Me either. Raul never allowed the other men to touch me. He treated me as a treasure.”

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