Page 15 of Misunderstood Hacker

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Brock

Membersof the club were trickling in. John and I were sitting at the bar, having a Coke. I was working the club later tonight. We had rules about never drinking if we were working.

“How are you and Daisy getting along?” What had happened to Daisy was heartbreaking.She had been living with John since the team rescued her.

John let out a long breath. “I don’t think I’m giving her what she needs. The men who held her taught her to be a slave.Deep down, she has a desperate need to serve.She would do well in a slave relationship or with a stricter Dom. I like playing in the club. I don’t like it overflowing into my time outside the club.”

“Have you been looking for someone to help her?”

He looked sheepish, as if he didn’t want to tell me what he had planned.That was not the norm for us.We didn’t keep secrets from each other. Eric was working the bar tonight. He had finished helping all the customers when John explained his idea. “I was thinking about calling Aaron Ross.”

I didn’t understand how Aaron would help. He was Alex’s younger brother and a famous movie star.

Before I could ask, Eric answered my question. “That’s a great idea.Not sure why none of us considered Aaron earlier.Last I heard, he didn’t have a slave anymore.”

“You mean Aaron is into slave relationships?”

“Yes, but his last slave left him heartbroken, and he hasn’t taken a new one in a few years.”The conversation stopped because of the commotion coming from my right.One of the new dungeon monitors was trying to pull a sub away, and the second she spoke, I knew it was Jessica.

John and I both ran to where Jessica was.“Matt, why do you have your hands on my sub?” The second I said she was my sub, it felt right. Matt dropped his hand from her arm.

“I told her she wasn’t dressed appropriately for the club and needed to change. She kept walking this way. I was trying to escort her.”

I nodded and looked at Jessica. She wasn’t wearing what I had bought for her. “Do you want to explain why you are not wearing my gift?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Daisy tugging on John’s arm. “Daisy, do you have something to say?”

“Daisy and Jessica were getting ready. Jessica looked hot in what you bought her. If Jessica wants, I would have a threesome with you.”

I had to hold back the chuckle. Daisy said what she was thinking and was extremely adventurous when it came to sex. We were working on controlling some of her urges so she wouldn’t get hurt or kidnapped again. “Daisy, thanks for the offer on the threesome. Do you know why Jessica isn’t wearing the outfit I bought?”

“I can speak for myself. I wanted tolet you know I changed my mind and was heading up to the apartment.”I saw a light sheen of tears in Jessica’s eyes. Something must have happened in the dressing room. She had put on what I had bought her, so what had made her change her mind?

“Daisy was there. The evil B told me and Jessica we were freaks, and Sam needed to stop letting scarred freaks into the club.” Daisy made her statement with confidence, but I could see the wetness in her eyes.There was no excuse for bullying at Club Sanctorum.We all came here for relief.

I could feel the anger boiling inside me. I cared deeply for these two women. “Jessica, is that true?”

“Can I head up for the night?Please don’t make a scene.”

“Who was it?”

Jessica shrugged her shoulders. Daisy said it was Sasha. I hadn’t realized Sasha was back at the club. She was the woman Jessica’s husband had been having an affair with.I wasn’t sure if Jessica knew about Sasha, andI didn’t want to add any fuel to the fire.

“Matt, can you go find Sasha and bring her here?”

Jessica tensed visibly. Matt shook his head and walked back into the dungeon.

I pulled Jessica into my arms. She smelled like vanilla. Her warm body pressed against mine and made my jeans feel uncomfortably tight. When I ran my hands up and down her back, I could feel the outfit I bought her underneath the robe. I pulled back and ran my hands along the top of the robe, pulling it off her body.

“Please don’t,” Jessica pleaded.

I took her chin between my fingers to make sure she was looking at me. “Jessica, do you think my scars make me look ugly? Do you not want to be with me because I have scars?”

“No. You are sexy, and the scars make you look hot.”

“Thenwhy would your scars make you ugly? I like you for you.Take off the robe, and let me see your body.”It took Jessica a few seconds before she took the robe off. I knew it was a big step for her and I needed to proceed slowly.

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