Page 2 of Hacker Christmas

I tried to focus on the four men, but it was hard. It seemed as though the man in the middle tensed when master spoke. His body language suggested that he wanted to be anywhere else.

The man on the left was the first to jump up and grab a whip. Master stepped back and picked up his scotch. The first strike hurt, even with the drugs. These men didn’t warm the body up—their main goal was pure sadism. Using the technique I’d been using for years, I zoned out and pictured Aaron Ross gently whipping his subs.

When the sadist with the whip stopped, I focused on the next man. It worried me that he seemed so tense. He stepped up so close that I could feel his body heat against me. He slowly dragged his hand down my face and leaned into my ear.

“Step back.”

“Don’t snap at me. If I’m going to pay millions for something, I will look carefully.”

The guy didn’t back down from my master at all. He leaned back in. “I’m sorry I have to do this, but you will be safe by tonight.”

Before I could blink, he stepped back.What does he mean, ‘safety?’He would just be another master keeping me under his foot. I didn’t plan on letting that happen. Once we stepped outside tonight, I would run for my life.

I watched as he gripped the whip in his hand. It made a loud sound when he cracked it, but it stunned me when I barely felt it against me—his touch was featherlike. It was how I remembered it from long ago. Then he went again, a little harder. Even though it sounded and looked like it should’ve hurt, it didn’t. I was almost in a place of pure bliss when the woman next to me screamed. I looked over to find that Master had taken a whip to her. Blood ran down her right breast, tears streamed from her dark-brown eyes, and her red lips quivered.

“I will buy her for five million. Take my offer now or take it off the table,” the man who just whipped me said.

The room became quiet. My master looked him up and down, and something passed over his face. “She is no longer for sale.”There goes my chance to run.

The other two men stood still in the room. The man who just whipped me straightened his posture. I bet if I saw his face, I would see pure hatred. “You’re telling me I flew in to buy a slave that you will no longer sell?”

“You can have this one for your troubles.”

The man cocked his head to the side. “I think I want both.”

Master charged at him when he got within a foot of the other man. The man with the whip punched my master, and he dropped to the ground like a dead weight. Regina came running into the room with a gun. She shook as she pointed it at the three men. “Out.”

“Not until I get what I came for.”This man is dangerous.I didn’t know who I wanted to stay with. He seemed deadly—I’d never seen anyone take down Master or even try to. What Master would do to them scared most people.

Sirens rang in the distance. I couldn’t tell if it was all part of the drugs playing out in my head or if the man would save me. Regina stepped forward a second too late. A large man dressed in black stepped up behind her and disarmed her. While I watched in awe, the two men beside me grunted as two more men I had never seen dressed in black took down the other people here to bid on me. The man who’d whipped me took off his mask. He was breathtaking. “Ma’am, my name is Sam, and we are taking you home.”

“Home?”Where is home? I’ve been here for so many years.

One of his friends took the woman next to me down and wrapped her in a blanket.

Sam undid my arms, and I collapsed into him. “Please kill me,” I begged. “I can’t do this any longer.”

“How long have you been here?” His deep voice soothed me.

“Ten years.”

Sam let out a stream of cuss words. Master stirred on the floor. Before I had time to run, Sam pulled a gun from his waistband and shot him in the head. “Now, you don’t have to worry.”

“But you will make me your slave. It will never end.”

“No, you are going home.”

“I have no home,” I whispered as the drugs took over my body.

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Daisy

Five years later

“Daisy, let’s discuss what took place last night,” Dr. Robison said.

Leave it to a therapist to get straight to the objective. My ass had barely touched the white sofa before the words escaped her mouth. I knew that neither Aaron nor Neal, my doms, told her about the night before. When Brock, my boss and devoted friend, escorted me toward his apartment, I saw Mistress Rubie’s strained smile. It wasn’t fair that my therapist was part of my life outside her office. It didn’t give me the chance to avoid things.

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