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“Never. You’re mine, and I look after what’s mine.” I place a kiss against the side of his face. “I’m sorry.”
He can’t leave the room naked, not if everyone is still watching, and I know the twinks love a drama. I pull off my black T-shirt and gently manoeuvre his arms into the sleeves. “Don’t try and stand up.” I think he’s going to protest when I lift him up in my arms. Instead, he wraps his arms around my neck, his head on my chest.
Oscar is looking at me furiously. “You have no right to do this, he’s my sub. He wanted it hard, begged me to cane him.”
“You’re a fucking liar. You knew this was his first time, and you wanted to prove how tough you think you are. You wanted to break him. You’re done here. I’ll make sure you’re black-balled from every club in a two-hundred-mile radius.”
“When did you turn into such a pussy? You can have the snivelling cry-baby. I had to gag him when he said red after the first swipe.” Oscar’s eyes flash with fear when he realises what he’s just said.
“If I ever set eyes on you again, I’ll break your fucking legs.”
I look down at Noah, he’s crying again.
“Come on, baby, let’s go home.”
What am I trying to prove? I know I’ve made a terrible mistake as soon as the Dom clasps the back of my neck. I’m only asking for an introduction, to go slowly since it’s new to me. But his grip is hard, painful as he leads me into one of the rooms. But it’s nothing compared to the first swipe of the cane.
“Red,” I gasp. “I’ve made a mistake, please stop.”
All I hear is a wicked laugh, when I twist my head to see what he’s doing, he’s out of my line of sight.
“You wannabes always make it so easy. This will make it better, for me anyway,” he whispers in my ear. “Open up.”
The large smooth ball is pushed in my mouth, past my teeth, to press on my tongue. Shaking my head, trying to dislodge it, has no effect, apart from making his cruel laugh sound in my ear. The straps are around my head, and I feel the buckles tight against my scalp and neck.
He bites my shoulder, then moves away.
As the cane whaps hard on my skin, it’s all I can do to stand. My knees give way as tears fall, blurring my vision of the wall in front of me. Spit drools from my mouth as snot runs from my nose, I feel like I’m not going to be able breathe if he doesn’t stop.
A hammering on the door makes him falter, but it doesn’t stop. A voice shouts out, but I can’t make out the words. He curses as his footsteps tell me he is moving away from me.
The door opens, and he tells whoever it is to fuck off. I whimper, trying to make them notice me. If I can get the attention on me, I may make it out of here.
Fingers are on the straps of the gag and then I’m free of it, only to enter another realm of hell as the straps at my wrists release me. It’s Saint’s soft voice, and my eyes screw up tighter, can I pretend it’s not him? Anyone but him.
“I’ve got you, baby.”
I sag, but his gentle hands keep me from collapsing. “Go away.” I can’t bear him seeing me like this. My feet are released from the base of the wooden cross. I want to curl up into a ball, to make myself disappear. Why does he have to be the one that stops my terrible mistake? Why can’t it have been one of the security men?
I close my ears to the words being sparred by the two powerful Doms and give into the feeling of safety in his strong arms. I can’t stop crying, I’m so ashamed.
Saint is silent as we move through the club. I stay still, my eyes closed, too ashamed to see all the eyes on me.
“Are you okay to stand while I get the car door open?” Saint speaks quietly, it’s a side I’ve not seen before, and it’s a little scary. I’m waiting for the anger, the admonishments, his disgust at how stupid I am. Instead, I feel his lips on my hair as he presses a kiss to the sweat-soaked strands.
I nod and wriggle to be put down. The tarmac of the car park is cold on my bare feet, but the door quickly opens, and Isit down. The pain rips through me as my arse and back hit the leather, making me moan.
“We’ll be home soon; can you bear it? Would you rather go to the hospital? I don’t think they’ll be able to do any more than me.”
“God, no. I just want to get into my bed and pretend this never happened.” I lean back slowly this time and close my eyes.
The engine starts, and we move away from the club. I can feel sleep trying to take me, and I readily acquiesce until Saint’s voice breaks the silence. “Royal, it’s me. Can you get to my place, I need you to do something for me.”
“No,” I cry out. “I don’t want him to see me. Take me to my place.” I look at him, his jaw is tight, his eyes hard.
He acts if he hasn’t heard me and continues to talk. “Yes, Noah is with me. I’ll be there in ten minutes.” He presses a button on his steering wheel to end the call. “Don’t mess with me, Noah.”
I sigh and close my eyes again, not wanting to get into an argument in the confines of his truck. I want to be able to stalk off and slam a door. This time when sleep tries to take over, I let it.
