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  By the time he recovered, Sydney was gone. Shit. Searching around for some tissues or paper towels, he located them on one of the other desks. Hurriedly, he cleaned up the unexpected mess, making sure to wipe between the damn keys on the keyboard so that they wouldn’t stick together in the future. He didn’t need someone finding out why. Tossing the balled up sticky tissue paper in a nearby trash, he stalked to the door. It was time he found his woman and made her his for good. No more waiting for the proper time. No more giving her time to blossom on her own. He decided that the time was now whether she liked it or not, because no was not an option he was prepared to accept.

  Chapter Seven

  Master Dorian pulled her to the side as soon as she entered the main room adjacent to the bar, instructing her to hold still while he bound her hands behind her back. Dimly lit, it created the atmosphere, a subtle glimpse into a night of promise and fulfilment of her wildest fantasies.

  Unprepared for an immediate request from one of the Doms, she stammered a, “Yes, sir” before complying with his demand. Her heart felt heavy and she was unclear as to why. Oh, who the hell was she trying to fool? Herself, maybe. She knew exactly why. More than anything, she wanted it to be Connor who sought her out first, but to her dismay, it had been Dorian who approached her. Risking a glance around the crowded area, she saw no signs of Connor anywhere.

  Maybe the night before had been a one-time thing and everything he said was just a mistake. Something he just felt the need to tell Master Dorian in order to ensure her cooperation. Wait. When had he asked for her submission? He’d dragged her off like a bloody cave man, taking what he wanted instead of showing her the sort of finesse and seduction he used night after night while choosing his sub for the evening. By allowing it to continue and not calling the safe word, her permission was granted. Night after night, disappointment had claimed her when he passed her over for someone more experienced and better looking. Until the sudden encounter between them, she had been uncertain of the real reason it made her upset to see him with another. It was because somewhere along the way, her feelings had intensified for Master Connor.

  Master Dorian caressed the side of one cheek. Tenderly, he slid something rubber down the sensitive curve of her neck to the edge of her shoulder. Binding her wrists in the center of her spine, he effectively pulled her from her melancholy. “I know exactly what you need, pet, so open that sexy mouth wide for me.”

  She didn’t have to wait long to see what his plan was. He brought a small turquoise ball gag to her face so she could view it before it slipped in her mouth, nestling between her teeth. Secured at the base of her neck, a blindfold followed suit, covering her vision and shrouding her in darkness. Panic gripped her a split second before reassuring hands ran the length of her arms and back.

  “Do you trust me, doll?” His smooth, seductive voice purred in her ear as his lips feathered up the tender flash of her lobe.

  Her throat worked over time to swallow past the lump lodged in her windpipe. Once, then twice, she took a deep breath before she nodded. It may have been her first encounter with Master Dorian, but she knew him from around the club and if there was anyone there that she could trust, he was one of them for sure.

  Teeth scraped softly over her earlobe as they tugged on the sterling silver handcuff earrings she wore—a decorative piece that complemented one of her favorite forms of restraint, often used in Paradise. He released the earring, and it swung back, tapping her neck.

  “Mmm, good girl.” Dorian took hold of her bicep; his grip was surprisingly gentle. “Now I’ll guide you to the room we will be using tonight, Sydney. I won’t let you trip or fall.” Nipping her shoulder playfully, he urged her forward. “One foot in front of the other, pet.”

  Doing her best to keep focused on staying upright, voices sounded on every side of her, interrupting her thoughts. Arching her chest out a little more, she caught tidbits of conversations going on with flattering approvals. A few steps later, the door clicked open. Ushered inside, her heel twisted and she almost tumbled over before a pair of unfamiliar hands caught her.

  Master D never mentioned another person joining them, which added to her nervousness. Butterfly wings flapped rapidly in her stomach, ready to take flight as she was led further into the room. Assisted in positioning herself over a spanking bench, she tried to gauge what was happening. She knew she was on a spanking bench because the thick, padded leather piece was constructed in a way that had her upper body draped over the center. Having her head tilted downward at an angle, the strange, unsettling feeling she had since entering the room grew in intensity. Her heart was beating at an accelerated rate; the delicate hairs running the length of her arms rose, prickling with unease. The benches in the club were adjustable, able to change positions to alter the sub’s body as much as needed. Right now, her ass was raised high over her head.

  Listening to the rustling around the room, a loud thud and what sounded like something heavy being dropped was loud enough to make her wish she could lift the blindfold to see what the hell happened. Someone shuffled from one side of the room to the other. When a finger trailed lightly down the side of her cheek to caress the slope of her jawline and back, she jerked in surprise. The mystery participant in their little threesome growled against the soft curve of her ear before nipping the tender flesh rather hard. Shrieking around the ball when he did it again, she twisted around then stopped, frozen like a statue when the voice taunted.

  “Tsk, Tsk, Tsk, Sydney.”

  Oh God! It was Steven. What in the hell was he doing here?

  Her head whipped back as he clutched a fist full of hair at the base of her skull. Steven’s tone was anything but friendly as he spoke. “You think you’re better than me, you little bitch? Thinking you are in charge of something and getting me fired like that.” He tightened his grip on her hair, and tears began to spill with the increasing pressure. “Well, I set up this scene, and now that you are here, I’ll show you who is really in charge.”

  She screamed, but the sound was muffled by the damned ball gag. There was nothing she could do and there was nowhere for her to go. Steven had her right where he wanted her—silent, tied down, and all alone. Wait a minute. Where the hell was Dorian?

  Maybe he wasn’t near them and didn’t hear what Steven was saying to her. She knew in her heart that Master Dorian had nothing to do with the set-up and would never allow this to continue. Clenching her fist, the feel of rubber made her want to cry in relief. When Dorian saw the safety ball hit the ground, he would know without a doubt that something was terribly wrong, especially since the scene he brought her into hadn’t even begun yet. Letting go, she heard the rubbery ball bounce up and down on the floor boards a couple of times, and she waited. Unfortunately, nothing happened.

  Laughter filled the room. “If that was an attempt to alert my unknowing accomplice, it won’t work.”

  Terror filled her at his words. The thunderous pounding of her heart filled her ears, deafening her momentarily. Steven released the death grip he had on her hair, pushing her head downward. Toppling forward, her face slammed into the table hard enough that her vision faded briefly, thankfully returning almost as fast.

  Fighting back the rolling nausea in the pit of her stomach, Sydney worked her head back and forth, trying to pry off the blindfold to see what was going on. Lifting the end of her dress up and over her hips, the sick bastard pried apart her ass cheeks, massaging each voluptuous mound.

  “Do you know how long I’ve waited to do this, Sydney? With that gullible loser out knocked out cold, I can do whatever I want to you and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me, pet.”

  He yanked open her legs one by one, and she fought, kicked, did as much as she could to try to break free of his hold before he was able to fasten her ankles to the cuffs at the ends of the table. It was no use. With her arms secured behind her back, her movement was severely limited, and it didn’t take long for him to connect the cuffs in place. Writhin
g all over the damn bench, desperation driving her, she fought to get free.

  To her surprise, the blindfold was suddenly pulled away. She blinked rapidly in the low light to regain focus. Looming over her, he yanked her head up off the bench by her hair. With a snarl, his right hand connected firmly with her left cheek. Pain exploded up the side of her face as her head whipped to the side. If the ball gag hadn’t been in her mouth, the force of the blow would likely have cracked the teeth on the side he struck.

  “Stop fucking fighting me, you bitch, or you will be so fucking sorry.”

  Her eyes widened in sheer terror when she suddenly realized he was completely naked. His cock, jutting hard away from his body and pointing straight at her face, had her gasping behind her gag. Managing to catch a glimpse of his face, she saw the side of his lip curl up. He appeared pleased by her reaction. Oh God! He wouldn’t do it! Please let it all just be a scare tactic, a way to get back at me for what he forced me to do at the office.

  All too soon, he proved her wrong. Steven was capable of doing exactly what she was afraid of. Unfurling his fingers from her sticky mass of hair, he made his retreat, disappearing behind her. Twisting her neck around, trying to get a look at what he was preparing to do, her heart plummeted to her stomach when she saw the light flicker off the foil packet in his hand. She screamed at the top of her lungs, saliva dribbling down her chin; the frightened sound was muted by the rubber in her mouth. She leaned to the side, using her shoulder to try to lift her torso up the best she could. A strong hand pushed her back down.

  His fingers ran up the crease of her ass, no doubt in an attempt to show her he had all the control and that she was helpless to stop him from doing anything he wanted. “Hmm, normally I’d be a nice guy and work my sub up to this. Use some lube to ease her into getting her ass fucked roughly. Tonight, though, you don’t deserve that kind of consideration.

  The tip of his covered cock tapped against the back of her shaking thigh as his rough hands pawed at her. It disgusted and frightened her the way he touched her against her will. He made a noise of approval behind her, making the tears fall quicker down her heated cheeks.

  “I plan on fucking you so hard right here.” Shifting closer, he murmured, “I hope you don’t bleed all over me like the last one.”

  Closing her eyes, she never stopped fighting, hoping like hell that he knocked her out at some point so she wouldn’t have to remember what happened or re-live the pain every day of her life. If she made it through the night.

  Suddenly, she heard the door to the room burst open and slam against the wall. Another voice entered. “Dorian, I told you...” There was a pause then an enraged shout. “What the fuck?”

  Thank God! Hope swelled in her as the sheer panic subsided. Every bone in her body sagged with relief. Connor had come to her rescue.

  ****

  After searching the club and coming up empty-handed, Connor tracked down one of the bouncers, asking if they had seen Sydney any time after she entered the club. When the events were disclosed to him about Dorian trussing her up and hauling her off into a private room, he thought for sure smoke was whistling out of his ears.

  Blood boiling, he stormed off without another word, knocking guests out of his way as he stomped in the direction of the private room Dorian had acquired. His chest heaved in anger. The knob refused to turn as he tried to open the door. Son of a bitch! There was no way he was going to allow this to happen, not after what had happened between Syd and himself last night.

  Retrieving the master key from his pocket, he slid it into the keyhole and twisted. Luckily for him, he had the key ring because of nightly inspections. Pushing open the door with more force than he intended, his eyes damn near bulged out of his head when he took in the scene before him. A ménage? Was Dorian out of his fucking mind? He was prepared to lay into Dorian, but the prick was nowhere in sight.

  “Excuse me, we are in the middle of a fucking scene.”

  Trying to remember the fool’s name, Connor’s eyes scanned over Sydney. It clicked immediately. This was the asshole a few members had complained about being too rough during sessions. No one that they were aware of had safe worded out, primarily since he'd selected hardcore subs. Unfortunately for him, however, several had expressed their concerns at his behavior, putting him on their radar screen and under watch.

  Taking a closer look at things, something appeared off. Sydney was practically convulsing, sprawled over the bench, and Steven kept his hand planted between her shoulder blades, forcing her torso down. Just as he was about to intervene, a noise at the back of the room made both men turn in that direction. Two long legs peeked out from behind a table, shuffling restlessly on the floor.

  “Son of a bitch!” Roaring in disbelief, Connor lunged at the naked man who was perched behind his Sydney, ready to penetrate.

  He knocked the asshole to the floor and they fought. Fists were thrown as they tussled on the floor. All Connor saw was red. He was going to kill the fucker for what he’d seen when he barged into the room. The image of him behind Sydney against her will would forever be burned into his mind. No one would ever touch a hair on her head again—not even a stylist, if he had his way. She’d grow that beautiful mane to the floor.

  Both men were trying to get the upper hand over the other when a careless move on the bastard’s part provided Connor the opportunity to get out from beneath him. Bringing back his fist, he slammed it into Steven’s face repeatedly until the fucker went lax underneath of him.

  Wiping the sweat from his face with the sleeve of his shirt, Connor stood and rushed over to Sydney. Once the buckle was undone on the ball gag, he removed it from around her head and flung it across the room. Instantly, her relieved cry filled the room.

  “H-he hurt D-Dorian and was about to r-rape...”

  He swallowed back the rage, and his heart plummeted when her voice broke and the tears poured like a river down her beautiful face. The fucker planned on violating her. He should have killed him. He may still do it, but first, his sole concern was to console the distraught female he intended to make his in every way.

  Chapter Eight

  Connor untied her hands from behind her back, freeing her from the prison Steven had her in. Going to work on getting the cuffs off her ankles, he kept stroking the back of her shaking calves to try and calm her a bit.

  Sitting still in that moment was impossible, even with the reassurance he was there. Worked up over what had almost happened to her, she used her arms to push her body upright. Sobbing uncontrollably, she turned into Connor’s strong embrace when he finally removed the last restraint. A shirtless Dorian appeared beside them, holding the back of his head.

  “Fucker hit me when my back was turned.” His eyes softened and the tone of his voice became sober as he stroked her hair. “Are you alright, love?”

  Connor’s chest rumbled with a growl, and Dorian dropped his hand.

  “Master Dorian, I am fine. Connor...” She stopped and corrected herself. “Master Connor showed up before Steven could hurt me.” Connor’s arms tightened around her middle possessively, and it felt right.

  Dorian’s thoughtful gaze traveled between Connor and her, then rested solely on Connor.

  “Lucky man.” Master D flipped his head in the direction of a very unconscious Steven. “I’ll get security and take care of this mess. You go take care of your girl.” With a grin, Dorian pulled his cell from his pants pocket.

  Confused, she pulled back and looked up at Connor. Smiling adoringly at her, he bent and swooped her up in his arms. Gasping, she threw her arms around his neck. “What are you doing?”

  ****

  The need to claim and possess her was riding him hard. Shielding her body with his own, he carried her down the hallway to his private quarters. Connor shifted her into one arm to open the closed door, his grip remaining firm and comforting. Once inside, a swift kick closed it behind them. Removing her clothes, he sprawled her out on his mahogany, four-poster bed. H
e took a moment to appreciate the stunning beauty laid before him. Breathtaking. The contrast of the rich, burgundy sheets surrounding her ivory skin had his balls tightening. His cock grew thick with primal need, eager to be inside his goddess. She was a delicacy that he had every intention of savoring.

  Caressing the inside of one of her calves, he nudged it open, doing the same with the other with the back of his hand. Wide open, she was spread out like a feast. His mouth watered for a taste, drool pooled at the corners of his lips.

  “Damn, baby girl, you are so sexy.” His lip twitched when he saw her body flush, turning the sexiest shade of pink he had ever witnessed. The rose hue blossomed from her painted indigo toes all the way to her angelic face. Cupping her cheeks with his hands, he kissed her eyes, her lips, peppering light kisses over her face while crooning words of comfort. After the ordeal she’d just been through, he wanted to comfort her as much as he wanted to claim her.

  “You’re safe now, Sydney.” He kissed one cheek adoringly. “I’m here, and you won’t ever have to worry about anything like that happening again.” Lifting his head, he kissed the other cheek. “I won’t ever let anything happen to you.”

  Lastly, he pressed his lips to hers. They parted, and he felt her warm, inviting breath merge with his own. He groaned. It was a feeling like no other.

  Raining kisses in a path over her torso, his tongue dipped into her naval. She quivered, and he did it again. He could lick and savor every succulent inch of her gorgeous body for hours on end, never tiring for a second.

  Using his tongue, he circled the rim of her sunken naval before trailing lower. He reached her hip bone and nipped it lightly. She bucked off the bed, and he grinned. So her hip was one of her spots. Cataloguing that bit of information for later, he moved on, nipping and lapping his way over to the other side. Biting the other hip bone, he dragged his teeth all the way to the top of her mound, enjoying the way she restlessly squirmed. “Soon, sweetheart.” Resting his stubbly cheek on the top of her thigh, he caressed a path to her knee, loving how silky smooth her skin was.