Page 7 of Take the Sub and Run

“Ask your question again,” he prompted, finally turning off the main road.

“Where are we going?”

He wondered what it would sound like if they were properly in a scene, and he could make her tack “Sir” onto the end of each sentence.

First priority was finding out who exactly she was since according to Landon, Colette always worked alone. The presence of an accomplice meant Colette was changing up her methods, or this job needed a second person.

Then again, by the time they got there, Landon might already know everything he needed to about Sofie, thanks to Colette. Maybe Andrei wouldn’t have to wait long before they could negotiate a scene, and then he’d strip off her dress and do terrible, delicious things to her.

He turned into the parking lot, a luxury the club in London didn’t have.

He waited until he had her uncuffed and had helped her out of the van, before leaning down to whisper in Sofie’s ear, “Welcome to Club Alibi.”

Three

A BDSM club.

Sofie grinned in excitement as the man guided her into the large building on the banks of the river Zaan.

Sofie had a terrible sense of direction, but she was fairly sure that, given how long they’d spent driving, they were no longer in the city of Amsterdam.

For a moment, a shiver of unease worked its way down her back. She was far from home. Far from the places she knew and the paths she’d walked. She’d come here in a car, so if she tried to leave, she’d have to walk since she didn’t know how to drive, even assuming she could find keys to one of the two cars in the parking lot.

Those worries were pushed aside by excitement as her kidnapper motioned for her to proceed him into the building.

She thought maybe this had once been an office building of some kind, given the size and the many windows. The stone floor of what had probably been a wide, shallow lobby was glossy, and Sofie slowed, nervous in her heels on the slick surface.

His hand came to rest on the small of her back and she sucked in a shocked breath. She was so rarely touched, that each time he’d put his hands on her had been startling. He touched her with confidence—as if he not only had every right to touch her whenever and however he wanted but also knew exactly how to handle her. There’d been no hesitancy when he pinned her wrists against the wall, tipped her face up, or thrown her over his shoulder.

But this…this was different. A hand on her back, guiding her, steadying her. It was a chivalrous touch, something a man would do when he took a woman out to dinner.

The heat of his palm seeped through the fabric of her dress and seemed to spread not just along her skin but sinking into her. Heat spread and pooled in her lower abdomen, and her sex throbbed.

She’d been mildly aroused but mostly alarmed when he kidnapped her from the museum. Their conversation in the car had tipped the scales all the way to arousal, and now, the gallant hand on her back was making everything worse. Her nipples were hard against the satin lining of her dress, and the fine hairs on the back of her neck and arms stood up as she shivered.

“Cold?” he asked. “Or scared.”

“Neither of those is perfectly accurate,” she stated, and it was true, though she was chilly, and now that some of the excitement was wearing off, fear was creeping in.

He leaned in, exhaling against her neck. The skin there was so sensitive that just the feel of his breath against her made her legs weak.

“Or are you just waiting for me to put you on your knees and treat you like the bad girl you are?”

It was utter madness the way he was talking to her. Not nearly as mad as the way she was responding though. Every single thing he’d said had arrowed straight into her, piercing and pressing on needs and desires she’d never had the opportunity to voice or explore.

Sofie wobbled, and the only thing that kept her upright was the firm press of his hand on her back.

“This is a BDSM club,” she blurted out, and she wasn’t sure even as she said it if she was trying to remind herself or if she was asking to confirm.

“Your friend Colette told you about Club Alibi.”

Not as much as she wanted her to. Sofie had been hungry for details about the sex, but Colette’s story had focused more on the emotional aspect of what had happened between her and Landon. And while it was a great story, Sofie really had wanted sex specifics.

“I thought Club Alibi was in London,” she said.

“I shouldn’t tell you this, but since you’re here…there isn’t, won’t be, only one location.”

“This is the Amsterdam branch?”

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