Page 2 of A Daddy for Maddy

“Get them off now!” some guy yelled.

Another said, “Dammit, we’re moving as fast as we can.”

I looked to see that the man on the floor was alive, not bleeding. Past that, I didn’t know what was wrong.

“Hey!” My voice boomed, getting everyone’s attention. “Get this man some water and get those off him. Now!”

“We’re trying!” one of the men yelled back.

The sub’s arms came loose and he sat up, rubbing at his wrists. “I told you it was too tight!” He started wailing.

Another man said softly, “He’s always whining like this. Every time.”

He must’ve been the guy’s dom.

“It doesn’t matter. The sub is in control. Don’t you have a safe word?”

The dom and sub both nodded. The dom said, “He didn’t use it.”

The sub spoke between heaving breaths. “I couldn’t feel my feet much later in the scene. By then it was too late for a safe word.”

“If you don’t know what you’re doing, you stay away.” I wanted to lecture them. It was inside me to let them have it, everything that was on my mind. I was tired and stressed and sometimes these men confounded me, playing in ways they didn’t have any clue about. It meant safety was not always their first concern even though they signed a contract when they became club members to make safety their priority.

I knelt beside the sub. He was gorgeous, his body tight and lean and brown; the rope had left dark pink stripes all over him. He had long, dark hair that fell like satin against his back. It was disarmingly sexy.

I looked up at Jimmy. Declan was nowhere around even though Carlo had told me he was the one who needed the help in this room.

“Jimmy, call the medic.”

Jimmy put his radio to his mouth and turned away.

“I can’t feel my legs or my feet. I can’t stand up. I told you they were too tight.” Tears rolled down the sub’s face as he looked up at a man who was beefy and hard-looking. “What if my circulation doesn’t come back?”

“It will,” I said, trying to lower my voice. “We have a medic coming. What’s your name?”

“Candy.”

“You’ll be fine, Candy.”

I wondered why I was doing the comforting and not his dom. Oh well, it wasn’t my job to judge beyond the incident at hand.

The patient was turned over to the on-duty nurse. Jimmy and I carried Candy between us. We got him up a flight of stairs to the medical room, which I’d always thought needed to be on the first floor, but no one ever listened to me.

The medic began a massage sequence that had Candy calming down in seconds. He reported feeling was returning to his legs.

The incident required a report which I would file at the end of the night. In the meantime, I went back to my station by the door only to realize Stewart was not around. It was well past his fifteen-minute break.

Teeth gritted, I radioed for him to come back. When he walked up, his head was down. I smelled smoke all over his clothes. Then, I heard my phone ding. I had no more energy to deal with him, so I said nothing at about his half hour break.

When I looked at my phone, a new text blinked at me.

Unknown: Hey asshole. Do you get off on what you do for a living as some sort of twisted kink?

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Maddy

“I’m scared.” We had just walked through the front doors of Club 99. It was my first time.

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