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Jessica

Brock wassilent on the ride from HotelLebleuback to Blackwood Security. He had been frowning deeply when I woke up from being drugged. A team of EMTs had checked my vitals, but Brock had never let me out of his arms. It had made their job ten times harder.

Blackwood Security would figure out how Sasha and Kennedy tied into the whole mess. I was dressed in my outfit from the club. Surprisingly, my hair and makeup were perfect after the kidnapping. I wouldn’t give Brock a choice. Tonight we were going to the club.

We pulled into the employee parking lot at Blackwood Security. Brock rushed around the SUV to open my door and help me out.

“Let’s go up to the apartment and get you changed.”

That was not going to happen. It was around eleven o’clock, and the club would still be packed. If I had to drag him there kicking and screaming, we were going to the club. “No.”

Brock stopped short and studied my face. “What do you mean no?”

“I want to go to the club. You promised me a night of passion.”

He ran his hand along the side of his neck, trying to work out the tension. “Jessica, you were kidnapped. Taken straight out of my club. A place you are supposed to feel protected in. I failed you.”

“You didn’t fail me. You’re supposed to get back up when you fall. I took a good fall, and I want to face it head on. Sasha and Kennedy are in jail. I highly doubt the people who are after meare goingto strike again on the same night.” I was to the point of pleading. I had been waiting for tonight for so long, and I would not let these people ruin it.

Without another word, Brock pulled me toward the back door. Instead of heading to the club, he pulled me toward the apartment. I couldn’t help but feel heartbroken by his rejection. I wanted to be with Brock so much, but the people from my past kept messing everything up.

When we entered the apartment, I tried to pull away. I didn’t want Brock to know how much his actions tore at my heart. Tears were running down my face.

“Go to the bedroom, strip, and present yourself.”

****Brock****

The need to be inside Jessica was overwhelming. I considered waiting another night with everything that happened. When I mentioned it, Jessica looked as though I had stolen her puppy. I hadn’t planned on doing a scene in the club tonight. I had wanted to walk around and watch others, then take Jessica up to the apartment. I wanted her first time to be special.

I walked into the bathroom to run cold water over my face. I needed to get my body under control. Since the second I decided to go through with my plan, I’d been rock hard. I also needed to give Jessica time to do as I asked.

On the ride over from the hotel, I’d had an internal struggle. I wasn’t sure how I wanted to proceed tonight. Almost losing Jessica this evening had made the anger surface. I needed to be inside her to mark her as mine.

Discarding my shirt in the hamper, I walked to our bedroom. Our bedroom. I liked the sound of that. I didn’t care if it was too soon. Jessica would be living with me permanently after tonight. I couldn’t imagine my life without her.

Jessica was kneeling on the floor in front of the bed. She was more stunning than I could have ever imagined. Her hair was cascading over her shoulders, her golden skin shimmered in the moonlight, and her pink nipples were waiting for me to touch them.

One word came to mind. Mine.

I needed to get my body under control. I was close to coming already, and I hadn’t even touched her yet. I went to the chest next to the bed where I kept my toys and removed a deerskin flogger and a pair of hand-and-ankle cuffs. “Up. Climb on the bed.”

“Yes, sir.”

Jessica scurried onto the bed facing the headboard. She was a vision. There was only one word that fit her—perfect.

Needing to be inside her, I hurried to clip the cuffs around her wrists and weaved them through the iron rods on the headboard. I ran my hands up and down the scars on Jessica’s back. She flinched at first, but when I continued, she relaxed her muscles.

Pulling her feet apart, I tied each ankle to a cuff. Spreading her legs open gave me a view of her arousal. She was ready for me, and we had just started. I ran my finger through her folds, and she squirmed on the bed, trying to get more friction.

“Please.”

“Not yet. You will not come until I tell you.” I was so hard it was borderline painful. “I’m going to flog you, Jessica. Red is your safe word. Yellow if you need me to slow down.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

I grabbed the deerskin flogger off the bed. With the first slap of the flogger, Jessica gasped in ecstasy. I did a light flick around her perfect ass, continuing down her thighs.

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