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Bailey
Archer removes my jacket,folding it over the back of one of the old wooden chairs. I can still hear the faint thump of music, but I have no idea where it is coming from. He takes my hand, and he leads me into another room. I look around the darkness, feeling a strange sense of anticipation mingled with fear. Somehow, I can feel the magic and mystery of this place, and I know that soon I will uncover its secrets, but for now, I’m terrified.
Archer slides his hands down my blouse, untying the knot he made earlier. It drops open, and he brushes it off my shoulders to be discarded on the floor. Suddenly, I’m aware of his intentions. He lowers his head, his lips brushing against the side of my neck as he speaks.
“Let me pleasure you,” he whispers in my ear.
His hands move to my hips, pulling me against him and turning me around.
I can’t see anything or anyone in the dimness of the room. His fingers slide down my sides, and he lowers the zipper of my skirt. Pushing it over my hips, that lands on the floor as well.
“Remove your shoes,” he murmurs.
I toe them off, feeling the hot soles of my feet hit the cold stone underneath. I gasp when he unhooks my bra, which falls free, exposing my breasts. He reaches around me to tweak my nipples into two hard points, making me pant with longing.
His hands trail over my stomach and hook into the sides of my panties. I let out a muffled moan when he pushes them down my thighs, so they drop to the floor.
Bringing his fingers up to my pussy, he swirls his fingertips against that small bundle of nerves nestled between my folds, and I lose myself completely. I can feel his breath on my neck, his lips brushing against my skin as his movements become faster and faster. I’m lost in the sensation, my body trembling as pleasure washes over me. He grips my hip with one hand while the other thrusts inside my pussy, all four fingers. I grunt with surprise at the invasion, but when he twists his hand and places his thumb on my clit, I scream in ecstasy as I reach my climax, waves of pleasure radiating throughout my body.
He pulls away when I come down from my high, and I feel a sudden emptiness. He moves back to stand in front of me, his gaze raking over my body. He smiles and brings his lips to mine, softly giving me one last kiss before turning and walking away. I stand there, my body still trembling from the intense pleasure, as I watch him.
I jump backward with a yelp as a bright spotlight suddenly flicks on, isolating me in the spot I’m rooted to.
“Archer?” I call out, my voice trembling as I fold my arms over my chest.
He steps back into the small circle of light, to my relief, but he reaches out to clasp a leather collar around my neck which is attached to a set of leather cuffs.
“What are you doing?” I mumble as he attaches the cuffs to my wrists. They are heavy, and my arms drop to my sides.
“Don’t be afraid, Alice,” he says, crouching down to secure the chains hanging from each cuff to iron loops in the floor.
“Archer!” I cry out, panic hitting my stomach and making my head go dizzy.
He’s chained me up in his dark room with no way out.
“Archer, please!”
He retreats.
I shriek, calling for the three men, but no one answers me.
I’m startled into silence when he speaks.
“Bailey Chase.”
His voice is loud and commanding. Cold and frightening.
“You have signed your name in blood to become an initiate to Solitaire. You have chosen to join us and accept all that we can offer you, and in return, you will repay that which you owe when called upon. You are our Alice, and you will sit on the Court of the House of Hearts, the Manchester chapter of Solitaire. Whatever you wish, it will be delivered; whatever you crave, you will have. Money, success,power, these things come to us all, but there will be a cost. Sometime, somewhere you will be called upon, and you will do as you have been bid. Once you have passed this initiation, you will be in the Society for life. Only death severs the link.”
I gape, and then my heart leaps into my chest as hundreds of voices around repeat, “Only death severs the link.”
Nausea washes over me when I realize I’m surrounded. That all these people were standing quietly by while Archer touched me and watched while I orgasmed all over his hand.
“Stop,” I whimper. “Please.”
“Do you accept your initiation, Bailey Chase, or do you choose to end your life by refusing?”
“What?” I choke on the saliva that is filling my mouth.End your life. What the fuck is this?
