Page 81 of Beneath the Scars
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Okay, logic.Think logically, Adalaide.I am in the kink club. I hope. Oh, god, what if Ronnie took me somewhere else?
No. That makes no sense. There’s no way I’d be knocked out long enough for her to take me to a secondary location without knowing it. Plus, the silk sheets against my skin are indicative of the club’s bedding.
So that means this man isn’t likely here to kill me. Iwillsurvive this.
A hand lands against my chest, making me jump. The unfamiliar laugh sends another spike of fear through me. “You look beautiful, Addie.”
How does he know my name? Who the fuck is this guy? I whine, shaking my head no in the hopes that he’s a good Dom—one who can read body language like Michael can.
“I’m not sure why taking a compliment is so hard for you. You’re easily the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”
Ah, fuck. This guy has no clue. I growl in sheer frustration.
“I wish a blindfold wasn’t part of your fantasy. I’d love to see your eyes.”
I nod my head. Fast. But then I hear drawers opening on the side of the wall and surmise he never saw it. Is this guy an idiot? I pull at my restraints again, getting angrier by the second. Ronnie will pay for this. I will not let her ruin the beautiful connection Michael and I have found through BDSM.
The guy’s hand suddenly slides down my sternum, making my skin crawl. I try to curl into myself to get away, but with my limbs bound, I don’t go very far.
“I’m curious as to why you kept your dress on. Makes things a bit more difficult, I’ll be honest.”
I grunt an annoyed sound.
“Someone is feeling feisty tonight.” He laughs.
I roll my eyes and grunt again because it’s the only way to make my displeasure known.
“You made it sound like you would be this sweet submissive in our chats. I’m beginning to think you were lying about that.” He makes an amused sound. “I don’t mind. I love to tame brats too.”
I shake my head no for what feels like the millionth time.I. Don’t. Want. This.
“Oh, yes. And that’s not going to stop me. You know what to do if you want this to end, feisty one.”
Well fuck. They negotiated this whole scene. Ronnie likely told him I would fight against his actions, and of course, I have no idea what the gesture is to safe word out of this situation. This guy is either a new Dom or a fucking horrible one. Michael always asks me for the safe word for both speaking and non-speaking scenes despite the fact that we’ve done this several times now. This guy should’ve checked in with me instead of barreling forward like a bulldozer, especially since he’s never met me before.
Okay, think, Adalaide.
Tied up like I am, there are very few actions I could attempt—snapping my fingers being the main one.
Hands begin to slide up my thighs, making acid burn in my throat. Sweet Jesus, throwing up is the last thing I need right now.
Focus.I snap my fingers once, twice, then over and over again until my hand starts to cramp.
The man freezes. “Addie?”
I shake my head again, screaming a muffled no, while yanking at my restraints. My desperation is so intense that tears begin to stream down my face.
Suddenly, the blindfold is ripped off my face, and I blink at the change in brightness. A man with blond hair comes into view, his blue eyes widening when he sees my distress. He quickly undoes the restraints around my wrists, allowing me to sit up and yank the gag out of my mouth.
He works on the straps around my left ankle while I rip off the other one. The second I’m free, I fly off the bed, falling onto the floor to get as far away from him as possible.
“Stay the fuck away from me.” My words are like gravel in my throat after screaming for who knows how long. I end up in the chair across the room, keeping my eyes on the man. He’s standing in front of the door, holding his hands up in surrender.
My gaze lands on the white button by the doorframe, and I slam my hand against the panic button next to me.
“Addie? What’s going on?”
“I am not the woman you’ve been talking to. I didnotconsent to this.”
