by Tl Reeve
“You like it?” He slid his gaze toward her.
“I think I like it more because you’re driving,” she said. “You’re so fucking hot, Daddy.”
He groaned and adjusted himself. “Keep talking like that and we’re never going to leave.”
“Scotty does need us,” she said on a sigh. “I guess I can be good until later.”
“Don’t worry,” he said. “I have something special planned for you and Scotty.”
She shivered. “I bet you do.”
He shifted the car into first gear and pulled out of the circular driveway. The purr of the engine relaxed her as they drove down the main road out of the compound, however when Thomas hit the main thoroughfare, he let the engine wind up, picking up speed and went through the gears like he’d driven the vehicle before. A whoop of excitement fell from her lips and she laughed.
The stress of the mission melted away as they made their way through the darkened streets on the outskirts of Juarez. When she looked at Thomas again, his sexy as fuck profile was filled with determination along with a haughtiness she’d never seen before. Confidence rolled off of him in heady waves. She wondered if this was how he looked when he went to his club? Was he allowing her a glimpse of the real man, not the persona he took on while working?
When they had sex together, she saw the animal within him. The man who enjoyed fucking and getting off. The man who it appeared had several different kinks. In the hotel room, he gave her a glimpse of who he could be, now she wondered if that Dom, her Daddy, hadn’t made his presence fully known until now.
“What’s wrong?” He glanced at her.
“Nothing,” she said. “You’re different now.”
“Oh? How?”
“You have this confidence about you. This, I don’t know, air of superiority, I guess,” she replied. “It’s interesting.”
“Ah. I was getting into character,” he said.
“But, it’s not a character. This is the real you.”
He gave a curt nod. “It is. Does it scare you?”
She laughed. “Hell, no. Can I be frank with you?”
He snorted. “No time like the present.”
“You’re making me wet over here. It’s a process for you, isn’t it?” She tilted her head. “It’s as if you’re sinking further and further into your roll. How do you know when you’re ready?”
Again, he smirked and this time, the devilish quality of it, had her clenching her thighs together. “I know I’m there when I make you fucking soaked. When your pussy is achy and needy then I know I’m in the right headspace.”
“But, isn’t it more about you?”
“It is. It’s a switch I can flip without a thought. Tonight, I happen to be thinking about it a little more than usual. Tonight, isn’t about play, it’s about a mission. Which means I have to be on my toes more so than if we were at home at a club.”
Made sense to her. “I feel out of place.”
“Instinct will take over,” he reassured her. “Once we’re inside, you’ll know what to do and you’ll do so beautifully.”
Thomas slowed down as they came upon a line of vehicles waiting to get into the parking deck of the museum. Hearing Luca talking about it and witnessing it, were two different things. The amount of people who actually participated in a club like Emporio de Monstruo, was disturbing to say the least. The first guard station they came to, Thomas handed the man the invitation then stared straight ahead. His hands tightened on the steering wheel as he waited. When the man handed the envelope back, he pulled down the ramp into the parking deck’s lower level.
Twice more they were stopped before they found a spot near Luca. Thomas got out first then he came around the car and helped AJ out. He pulled a chain from his tux pocket and clipped it to the front of her collar. They hadn’t talked about it, but she felt safer with it than without. She stepped into his embrace, giving her a scant few seconds to steady herself and mentally prepare for what would come next.
“Remember what I told you,” he whispered in her ear before grabbing her ass. “Sign language only and make Daddy proud.”
She swallowed hard as he stepped back. I will, Daddy.
Chapter 10
AJ didn’t know what she expected when she followed the crowd into the tunnel. The throng of people was less than twenty but more than ten or twelve. Each of the submissives clung to their Doms and none of them talked. Hell, they didn’t even look around. When she caught Thomas’ gaze, he gave a slight shake of his head and she followed the others’ lead, lowering her gaze to the floor as they maneuvered through passageway.
Thomas tugged on the chain as they came to a stop and she looked up at him. Is something wrong, Daddy?
Thomas shook his head. We’re going in now.
Which meant if the music was loud, or she heard anything...different, she couldn’t react to it. For all intents and purposes, she was deaf for the deration. In a way, she wished she could have put something in her ears to cut out the noise, but that, too, would have been suspicious. Why would a deaf person have to protect their ears? Okay, Daddy.
Good girl. He gave a quick tug of the chain and AJ sucked in a breath. It shouldn’t have been erotic, yet it was. It sent a thrill of excitement through her veins, heightening the anticipation slowly seeping through her body.
The door in front of them opened and it was a sensory overload. The deep throb of music filled the space along with the sounds of those already partaking of the subs. Conversations and murmurs floated over the music, and where she thought they’d have strobe lights or at least a club-like atmosphere, it was more like a jazz lounge than night club.
AJ stumbled forward and Thomas caught her. Sorry, she mouthed.
He grunted.
They stepped into the space and immediately she began to visually search for Scotty. He had to be there. Where though and with who, she didn’t know. If she thought Thomas would start looking for Scotty, too, she’d been mistaken. Instead, he led her over to the bar. He lifted her onto a stool then clipped her chain to one of the calipers lining the edge of the teak surface. Anger burned away the arousal. They weren’t supposed to play stupid games. They were so close to Scotty and now she couldn’t move.
While they’d made their way through the tunnel, she’d lost track of Luca and Murray. She blamed security and the way half the crowd didn’t pay attention to where they were going. Given the current state she’d been in, she couldn’t go looking for them, either. They were there, though, she knew it. As much as it would be easier to team up together to divide and conquer, they couldn’t be seen together. One false move and it would expose all of them.
You’re frowning, baby girl.
Why? She slid her thumb over the caliper.
Because I am your Master. The corner of his mouth kicked up in a devastating smirk. It was filled with intention and debauchery.
She lowered her gaze. I want to look.
You will. Thomas tipped her chin up. We will. He brushed his lips over her cheek. “Patience, Amelia. We do this my way.”
His way? “I’m confused.” Her words were barely audible. If anyone saw them, it would appear as though they were having an intimate moment between Master and sub.
He stepped back and lifted his hand to the bartender. When Miguel approached, Thomas placed their order. “Two bottles of water. Unopened.”
Miguel nodded. “What are you looking for tonight, sir?”
Thomas scrubbed his chin. “Someone to play with my baby girl. He must be deaf, though, and know ASL.”
Miguel placed the unopened bottles of water on the counter. “I may know of someone. They’re in the VIP section.” He licked his lips as he eyed AJ up and down. “I believe he’ll be best suited to your needs. Oscar will fix you up.”
Her heart hammered. Scotty. She had to keep herself still. No one could know she heard everything around her and if she tried to move then, it would garner the wrong kind of attention. She took the bottle Thomas offer
ed her and opened it. It gave her something to do with her hands while she bided her time.
“There are others of similar caliber for what you’re looking for,” Miguel added. “You might want to visit them first. Then... explore. We have several rooms available along with different equipment and toys for yours and their pleasure.” He pulled a menu out from under the counter. “Along with a few chemical enhancements.”
There were nine small photographs on the laminated card. Each one had the name of some drug used to dampen inhibitions. They had everything from marijuana, to Molly, GHB, ecstasy, Viagra, and LSD, which surprised AJ. The psychotropic drug could trigger adverse reactions in some people and could even cause a person to become violent if they tripped too hard. Yet, the little pink, purple, blue, and green tabs were on the sheet.
“I’ll come back to this. My baby girl might enjoy a little Molly tonight,” Thomas said. “Thank you.”
AJ’s grip of her water bottle tightened. Thomas would never do anything to put her in harm’s way. He was playing a part, like she was. However, it wasn’t the idea someone might do a drug or drugs while they had a session. It was the thought that some of the people who couldn’t consent to begin with, would be given the drugs to loosen them up and make them more pliant to an asshole pretending to be a Dom.
It made her sick to her stomach.
Let’s go to the VIP section. Thomas unclipped her chain then helped her off the stool.
Okay, Daddy. She pasted on a brilliant smile, though she felt like puking all over everyone in the building.
AJ kept her gaze on the floor in front of her. It was bad enough hearing the sounds surrounding her. The cries of pleasure. The sobs of pain. Seeing it, would only cause her to react and do something stupid to draw unwanted attention. She cringed as one of the Dom’s slapped a submissive—the crack of it was enough to even rattle AJ’s teeth. Tears burned behind her eyes as rage singed her skin. She took a couple of shallow breaths to regain her composure.
Thomas gave a quick yank of her chain, drawing her attention from everything happening around her. His gaze was stern but sympathetic. Did he worry about her having some kind of flashback or if she’d flip out? She contemplated it herself, but she was stronger than the memories. The rest... As much as it hurt her soul to know every submissive was powerless to what was happening to them, before the night was over, they’d be free and those who partook in this gross injustice would be behind bars.
She threw the sign for okay and tried to smile at him.
He gave a curt nod and signed back, let’s go.
She followed behind him as they made their way through the club. When they came to the roped-off section of the VIP area, Thomas went to a bald man covered in tattoos. He couldn’t be but a couple of years younger than Thomas. He had an athletic build, not bulky muscular, but fit. He also wore a suit more expensive than Thomas’ tux.
Santiago.
The man’s gaze skimmed over her flesh, pausing at the valley between her breasts. She squirmed under his unrelenting attention before his eyes slid back to Thomas. It’d been a while since the last time he’d seen the man. He looked good, but like shit at the same time. Being in the cartel for a little over a year had aged the guy, badly.
“What are you in the mood for, tonight, sir?”
“The bartender said there might be a deaf, male submissive here,” Thomas said. “You must be Oscar?”
“Indeed, I am,” the man replied, “and yes we do.”
“Excellent.” Thomas grinned. “I’d like to meet him as would my submissive.”
The man glanced between them then nodded. “Follow me, please. You’re the first to inquire about him.”
“Perfect,” Thomas answered.
The man motioned for them to follow. When Miguel said VIP area, she thought a section of the club was cut out just for the people who had money. No, VIP meant individual rooms. Each door had a placard on it with the international symbol for male or female, while others had non-binary, and a few transgender symbols. The farther they went down the hall, the more she worried it was a trap and that someone figured out what they were there to do.
Then the color of the placards changed. They went from a simple white to a gold color. The man stopped in front of a door with a male symbol and the ASL letters for deaf. Her heart fluttered in her chest. Scotty. It had to be him, right? She glanced up at the man who proceeded to unlock the door. If she hoped the man would say either way, he didn’t. He stepped aside and allowed them to enter.
“You have twenty minutes with the merch, when the red light above the door goes on, you will be escorted back to the main area of the club. The opening bid on this particular submissive is fifty thousand dollars,” Santiago said. “Also, there are cameras inside this room. If you do anything to hurt the product, you will be removed from the property and your membership will be revoked.”
“Thank you,” Thomas replied. “Fifty thousand seems cheap in comparison.”
“He has a stubborn streak but is very intelligent. I would take him with me, but I don’t swing that way,” Santiago stated. “Enjoy your evening.”
AJ stepped into the room and found Scotty kneeling in the middle of the floor. The suit he wore was tight, but bulky. His head was bowed, allowing his curly red hair to fall in his face. Around his neck she caught the glint of a golden collar. She fisted her hands at her side, desperate to run to him, but with the camera in the room, she had to stay dispassionate until Thomas gave her permission to approach him.
The door closed behind them and Thomas crossed to Scotty. He circled her best friend then ran his hand through Scotty’s hair before fisting it. He tipped Scotty’s head back and the gasp that fell from his lips, sent a spark of excitement through her. She licked her bottom lip while Thomas knelt beside Scotty.
Do you enjoy females?
Scotty cast his gaze in AJ’s direction. Yes.
Men? Thomas pressed.
Only one.
Surprise filled her. Her mouth fell open as she continued to observe Scotty and Thomas’ interaction. They’d played a little before going all the way the night in the hotel. But, she didn’t realize Scotty got into it. She didn’t even know he might like men.
Only one? Thomas smirked. Interesting. Do you like my submissive?
Scotty nodded. Very much so. She’s pretty.
Want to fuck her?
Yes, Sir, Scotty signed. She’s hot. Got my dick hard.
She rolled her eyes and worked hard to keep from laughing, let alone smiling. Thomas glanced at her. The heat filled his heavy-lidded eyes. Anticipation cascaded over her. Sitting there, she could see the sexual tension filling both men. I want him, too, she signed. Please, Daddy?
Strip. Both of you.
The snap of his command left her a trembling mess while she slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders. Across from her, Scotty stood. The suit he’d been wearing was too snug in her opinion and appeared uncomfortable. Nevertheless, she caught herself staring at him as he stripped away his jacket then worked the buttons open on his shirt. The mesmerizing scene playing out before her, left her hypnotized. Her breath came in soft pants as her heart began to beat out a rapid tattoo.
Thomas gave her a pointed look.
Right. She was supposed to be getting naked. A nervous laugh built in the back of her throat as she signed, unzip me, then turned away from Thomas. The man skimmed his fingers along her flesh, and she shivered in anticipation. This was her second chance. All of the training she and Scotty went through, the nights she laid awake worried about both men. The times she’d been willing to throw it all away because she didn’t feel worthy. Every bit of it, came to a head now.
Don’t freak out. Scotty’s statement surprised AJ.
She frowned. Why?
Scotty pulled his shirt from his pants and grimaced. Kind of got the shit kicked out of me. The minute he removed the garment, AJ hissed. The whole right side of his body was one giant bruise. The purple, yello
w, and green mark stood out against his pale skin. Broken ribs. Contused stomach wall and liver.
Fuck. Thomas growled. When?
Scotty bowed his head. Before I was brought here. I didn’t listen.
Listen? Thomas scoffed.
Didn’t know I was deaf.
This won’t do. Thomas scrubbed his brow. Can you perform?
Fuck?
Thomas nodded.
Yes. Want to. Scotty’s gaze snapped to AJ. All I think about.
Talk about no pressure. She couldn’t stop looking at the injuries Scotty had sustained while she and Thomas had been looking for him. The fact someone tried to hurt him because they didn’t pay attention, pissed her off. He was deaf, after all. She signed, okay, as she stepped out of her panties, leaving her completely naked. She closed the distance between them and flicked at the little gold tag hanging from his collar. What’s this?
Scotty rolled his eyes as he fumbled with his pants, trying to peel them from his body. Tag, so I don’t get lost.
She cut her gaze to Thomas who appeared equal parts aroused and pissed off. Angry fucking has its merits, she reminded herself.
I like it. Thomas signed. I like knowing my toys have property tags.
Scotty’s eyes went wide. You do?
Thomas nodded. You both will belong to me before the night is over.
Damn. Even in sign language, Thomas’ commanding tone snapped across her skin. She licked her bottom lip and stared at him while she waited for Scotty to finish undressing. Thomas winked at her and the purely masculine action sent a wash of arousal over her. AJ went to her knees in anticipation of Thomas’ next set of instructions. With their limited amount of time, they couldn’t go wild, but she also knew with Thomas, she couldn’t foresee what he’d do next, because he was unpredictable.
When Scotty stood before her naked and aroused, she looked up at Thomas. The man stared at both of them with open lust and desire. It swirled in his green eyes, darkening the hue. He loosened his tie and opened the top two buttons of his shirt before removing his jacket. He sat on the small cot-like bed and opened the front of his pants.
