Page 70 of Power
Stiflingmy yawn as we head down to Archer’s waiting car, I reluctantly get in. I’m exhausted. The bloody wounds on my back have opened up and are sticking uncomfortably to my blouse. I’m still shaken by the confrontation with Trish, the list goes on. I want my bed, myownbed, but it seems my apartment has been cleaned out, and I now have a different address. It’s a huge red flag if I needed a-fucking-nother, but there is this one thing stopping me from running as far away from them as I can.
I heave a sigh and look out of the window in front of me. Owen and Archer are on either side, and Finn is in the front again.
“Hi! I’m Bailey,” I blurt out suddenly, wishing the driver would at least acknowledge me, so I don’t feel invisible and expendable.
He catches my eye in the rearview mirror and nods but then looks back at the road.
I huff and fold my arms. My mood worsens the closer we get to that Rabbit Hole place, partly in fear of what Finn intends to do to me. It sounds…dangerous.
I’ve come up with my safe word and will tell him when we get there. Hopefully, it will resonate with him, but I have my doubts. I have my doubts abouteverything.
The silence is deafening and oppressive.
I feel like I can’t breathe by the time we arrive at our destination.
I slide out of the car, wishing I could get back in to curl up on the back seat to sleep for a week.
Owen takes my hand with a soft smile, and I return it. He’s easier to deal with than Archer.
We walk steadily toward the door behind the dumpsters, and Finn opens it. I duck and shuffle along until we reach the corridor, where I can straighten up. I smooth out my suit jacket, feeling the wounds pull painfully. Tears prick my eyes, but I’m ushered down the corridor. We turn off before we reach the door to the ‘Inner Sanctum’. I didn’t notice it before. It's a secret door set into the wall. What a surprise.
But when Finn pushes it open, I see where the thump of music is coming from.
We pause to shut the door behind us and then face the enormous man in front of us. Owen helps me off with my jacket and takes my bag, handing it to the giant, who stashes it behind a counter. He gives Finn a large briefcase which he places at his feet.
“Hold your arm out,” Owen murmurs.
I do as he asks, not having it in me to argue or protest.
A green wristband is wrapped around my left wrist and secured snugly. Archer and Owen receive the same.
“It’s so we can touch you,” Owen explains.
I blink and notice that Finn’s is red. It doesn’t take a genius to know that means no touching.
“Come,” Archer murmurs, taking my hand and leading me further into the depth of this club. We pass all sorts of goings-on as he leads me to a private room. It has a red glow with a wooden floor and a bed in the middle that looks like one of those you get at the doctors. I gulp.
Finn gazes at me expectantly.
“Uhm, Baby-Steps,” I murmur.
He smiles and nods, turning away from me to place the briefcase on the counter that runs the length of the far wall.
“I thought we were doing that Court thing,” I say, my nerves getting the better of me.
“That’s later. We are going to show you how we feel about you first,” Archer replies softly, reaching for the buttons on my blouse. He undoes them slowly, one by one. Owen plucks the fabric delicately from my back, drawing the blouse down to lay out on one of the chairs in the corner. Archer removes my skirt and then kneels to remove my shoes. Owen strips me of my underwear, which joins the other clothes in the pile.
Stark naked and shivering, not from cold, but with fear and anticipation, I let Archer lead me to the doctor’s bed.
“Wait,” I mutter.
“It’s okay, baby girl. We are going to pleasure you in ways you have never even dreamed about before. Let us do this for you.” He strokes my arm, gazing into my eyes. I give in and climb onto the bed. On closer inspection, I see it has two smaller parts that move out to the sides at the top and stirrups at the bottom that Owen moves into place.
“Lie back,” he murmurs.
I shiver and blink.
“Please.”
