by Becca Van
Club of Dominance 2
Dominant Saviors
Emma Macintosh is in serious trouble. She wakes up to find herself in a BDSM club surrounded by three Doms who have rescued her.
Anton Taylor, also known as Tank, along with Detective Gary Wade and Dr. Jack Williams, is attracted to the naturally submissive and wounded Emma on sight.
When they find out what she has endured at the hands of Andrew Mitchell, the three Doms vow to protect her. They take her into their home and ease her into the world of BDSM, but Emma is holding part of herself back. With patience and loving care the dominant men get their sub to let go and open up with them.
Mitchell pops up on the grid again and manages to kidnap Emma. It’s a race against time for the three Doms to save her.
Will they get to her in time? Or will she die at the hands of her nemesis?
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 48,281 words
DOMINANT SAVIORS
Club of Dominance 2
Becca Van
MENAGE EVERLASTING
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DOMINANT SAVIORS
Club of Dominance 2
BECCA VAN
Copyright © 2013
Chapter One
Tank eyed the small brunette as she stood quietly next to the tall, muscular man he presumed was her Dom. She was so tiny and petite, the top of her head didn’t even reach the shoulders of the man beside her. Her head was lowered and her hands were clasped in front of her, but her body language told him she didn’t want to be here at Club of Dominance, and maybe she didn’t want to be with the man beside her.
He wondered what sort of relationship she had with the man at her side. Was she his girlfriend as well as his sub? He studied her surreptitiously as Aurora, the receptionist at Club of Dominance, went through the club rules with the “so-called” Dom. The guy with the petite woman stood a little less than six feet tall, with a lean, athletic physique, but his body language was all wrong. Tank didn’t like the way he stood so aggressively, with his hips jutted forward and his jaw clamped tight and his chin pushed out. The asshole glared at Aurora as she explained the club rules.
Aurora obviously didn’t like him either, because she moved in closer to Tank’s side, unconsciously seeking protection and comfort. Tank placed a hand at her back and rubbed soothingly, letting her know he was aware of her discomfort. He shifted his gaze back to the little woman at the asshole’s side. She was quite a beauty with her shoulder-length auburn hair and petite but curvy body. Her eyelashes were long and curved, nearly resting against the pale skin of her cheeks. She shifted slightly, and he noticed how she clutched her fingers together so hard that her knuckles were white. Definitely a couple to keep an eye on. Something just wasn’t right about the pair. He wondered if maybe they were only in a weekend Dom/sub relationship. He hoped so.
The woman called on all his male instincts of protection as well as his dominant tendencies. But what surprised him the most was that his cock was sitting up and taking notice. His penis had begun twitching behind the fly of his black jeans as soon as he had sighted the small woman.
She had on a red leather miniskirt and a black corset which pushed her breasts up so high they were in danger of spilling out of the top. She looked like she was having trouble breathing and he glanced down to see that her corset had been pulled in too tight. The poor thing couldn’t even take a deep breath, just short little pants, but her eyes never rose from the floor and she didn’t look like she was about to complain. And since he’d had no interest in a female besides playing occasionally with an unattached sub in the club, he decided he wanted to get to know this sub much better. He just hoped that the little one wasn’t attached to the asshole at her side.
“I know all the rules regarding Doms and their subs. You don’t need to tell me any more.”
Tank slid his eyes over to the asshole when Aurora took a step back. He had planted his hands on the counter and was leaning over antagonistically and glaring at Aurora.
Tank gently grasped Aurora’s hips and moved her back a couple of steps. Then he stood in front of her so the asshole couldn’t see her. He felt her little hands clutch the back of his T-shirt for a moment, and then she rubbed his back as if trying to soothe him.
“Every Dom and sub is to be told the rules of Club of Dominance.” Tank drew on his full six-foot-four height as he glared at the asshole. Trying to intimidate the prick, he crossed his arms over his chest, knowing that his large biceps bulged even more. “Master Turner Pike makes sure that everyone understands the house rules. It is imperative that each person who enters through these doors understands that the policies are,
and always will be, safe, sane, and consensual and that we allow no sadomasochism.
“You and your sub are to read the club policies and then sign at the bottom. That way there can be no litigation since everyone who enters the club understands the rules. Every Dom and sub in this club is to be treated with the utmost respect.” Tank narrowed his eyes and was satisfied when the arrogant ass moved back from the counter. Tank handed him the papers and then turned to the woman, but he kept the prick in his peripheral vision, studying the elfin sub while the bastard filled in the papers.
Her face was pale, and perspiration had formed on her upper lip and forehead. She gripped her fingers so tightly now that they were starting to turn as white as her knuckles. Tank watched as she tried to draw a deep breath into her lungs, but he could see she was in trouble. She began swaying on her feet as if she was about to pass out.
“Aurora, get Master Turner and Master Barry out here now.” Tank didn’t bother trying to skirt around the end of the counter. There wasn’t time. Right at this moment he had never been so glad for his military training and the fact that he kept up his physique with martial arts and weightlifting. He placed a hand on the counter and jumped over it with ease. Just as his feet landed, the auburn-haired woman’s legs buckled. Tank grasped her around the waist and lifted her slight weight into his arms. She whimpered as if she was in pain, which made him shift his hold on her. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
“You stupid bitch.” The asshole turned toward Tank and reached out to grab the woman’s arm in a cruelly bruising grip. “I told you to drink that water before we arrived here. Can’t you do anything right?”
Tank wanted to knock the fucker’s hand off the woman but until he knew what was wrong with her, he didn’t want to jostle her around too much by holding her with only one arm.
“Let her go. Now!” Tank roared and knocked into the jerk with his big body. It was enough to make him release the woman’s arm and send him staggering back a few steps. He looked down to see red marks he knew would leave bruises on her creamy white skin. Just as he was about to give the prick a piece of his mind, the interior doors to the club burst open.
Turner and Barry came rushing into the lobby.
“What’s going on?” Turner asked.
“I’m not sure yet, but this one isn’t well. This asshole doesn’t even seem to care that his woman is sick.”
Turner took in the sight of the woman in his arms, and his mouth tightened in anger when he saw the red finger marks on her upper arm. He walked toward the fucker and glared at him before snatching the papers from the asshole’s hand and gave them a glance.
“Mr. Andrew Mitchell, you aren’t given permission to enter this club. In fact, you will never get in here. Please leave.”
Mitchell’s fists clenched and his jaw tightened, but when he took a step toward Tank and the woman, Turner and Barry moved forward and blocked him. Barry crossed his arms over his chest and Tank wished he could have seen his friend’s face. Whatever he did scared the shit out of Mitchell, who backed toward the door, never taking his eyes from Barry.
“Make sure he leaves without causing any problems, Barry,” Turner said, and Barry followed the fucker out the door.
“Do you want me to take her?” Turner asked as he walked over to him.
“No, but we need to get her into a bed and out of her clothes. Her corset is so tight she can barely draw a breath.”
“Follow me.” Turner headed toward the inside entrance to the club but stopped before he opened the doors. “Are you okay, honey?”
Tank glanced back at Aurora and saw she was sitting in the chair behind the counter, her hand on her chest. Aurora nodded but didn’t speak. “I’ll send out Master Mike to sit with you for a while.”
Aurora’s face flushed and she looked away then she glanced at Turner and nodded.
Tank followed Turner through the club, skirting the Doms and subs and around the small dance floor in the middle. The sounds of the club, women screaming in ecstasy, the slash of floggers, and the pop of palms hitting skin faded into the background as he stared at the unconscious woman in his arms.
He’d felt her body go lax when the front doors had slammed behind that asshole. Her face was covered with perspiration and she looked flushed. His worry increased as shivers wracked her body. He could feel the heat emanating off of her as he held her against his chest.
“She’s sick,” he said. “Is Jack here?”
His best friend and one of the two men he shared a house with was a GP, but Tank hadn’t seen him since this morning. Jack sometimes got to the club early enough to relax after a harrowing day in the ER.
Turner glanced over his shoulder. “I’ll find out. If he’s at the hospital, we can call someone else.”
Tank nodded, though he would rather not. He’d served with Jack in the military, and they’d been practically inseparable ever since. Tank would rather entrust this woman to him than to a stranger.
He followed Turner to the back internal door which led to Turner’s private rooms, waited impatiently while Turner keyed in the code, and then followed him to the guest suite off the hall. Tank walked to the bed and gently placed his small bundle on the mattress. When he rolled her onto her side so he could get at her corset laces, he drew in a ragged breath and growled with fury. The skin above her top was red with raised welts that, in his haste, he had not yet noticed. A few of them still seeped blood. No wonder she was sick. The poor woman had to be in agony.
“Fuck,” Turner snarled as he, too, saw the woman’s marred, cut skin. “Call Jack. He was in one of the seating areas talking to some of the other Doms.”
“Thank God.” Tank removed his cell from his pocket and hit speed dial. He used his free hand to begin working on the knot which held the woman’s corset closed.
“Hello?”
Tank was relieved to recognize the music in the background as the same song that had been playing on the dance floor. “You’re at the club?” he asked without prelude.
“Yeah, I’m in one of the sitting areas. What’s—”
“Get your bag from your car and come to Turner’s guest room. We have a very sick sub on our hands.” Tank didn’t wait for Jack’s reply. He disconnected the call and tried to undo the knot in the string, but it was too tight for his large fingers.
“Have you got a knife handy?”
Turner went to the small kitchen area and came back with a knife in his hand. “You cut her corset away while I hold her steady. We don’t want her getting cut if she wakes up.”
Tank carefully slashed through the strings on the corset and drew the sides apart. He drew in a gasp when he saw the marks and blood on the woman’s back, and a growl rumbled up from his chest and out through clenched teeth. A beep sounded and Tank realized it was Jack at the door asking permission to enter Turner’s private area.
Turner rushed from the room and was back in seconds with Jack at his side.
“Fuck!” Jack snarled when he saw the woman’s back. “Who did this to her?”
“We’ll talk later, just help her. She has a fever and she passed out.” Tank carefully shifted her onto her stomach, making sure her head was turned to the side so she could breathe easily.
Turner called his sub on his cell phone. “Charlie, I need you to get the digital camera and bring it into the guest suite…Thanks, baby.”
Jack nudged Tank aside as he opened his bag and got to work. He cleaned her wounds carefully, and when Charlie entered the room, Tank took the camera and snapped picture after picture, making sure he photographed all the damage done to the little sub. Charlie started crying when she saw the battered woman, and Turner pulled her into his arms to offer her comfort. With his help, Jack had bandaged her up with gauze before long. After they had her injuries covered, Jack prepared two shots.
“Jesus,” Barry said as he entered the room and stood next to Turner, pulling his upset sub from Turner’s arms into his own and hugging her while rubbing
a hand up and down her back. “I wish I hadn’t let that fucker go.”
“We all do,” Turner replied.
“I’m injecting her with an antibiotic as well as a painkiller. Hopefully she won’t wake up again tonight. I think she probably just passed out because she couldn’t get enough oxygen, but she also seems to be exhausted. It’s no wonder considering what she’s been through. Get Gary in here. I want him to see this, and when she wakes up, he can take her statement. Whoever did this should be arrested for assault.”
Turner pulled out his cell and made the call to Gary Wade. The other man Tank shared a house with was a detective. He could help them document the woman’s injuries to hopefully put that asshole Mitchell behind bars. When Turner nodded at him and Jack, Tank knew it wouldn’t be long before Gary showed up.
“Tank, help me get the rest of her clothes off and get her into bed. We need to make her as comfortable as possible.” Jack gently lifted her hips, and Tank placed an arm under her upper body below her breasts. He levered her up and pulled the remains of her corset out from beneath her. After gently lowering her back down, he saw the edge of what looked like a card protruding from a hidden pocket on the inside of her corset. He pulled it out, and with it came a wad of cash which had been wrapped around her license.
Tank studied the photo and then looked at her name. Emma Macintosh, age twenty-four and a resident of Tigard. He passed Emma’s license over to Turner, who then handed it to Barry. When the bell sounded, Charlie left the room to let Gary in. Gary took in the room’s occupants with a glance and walked over to the bed.
