Page 46 of Whips and Chains
Bliss passed us, coming from the supply room Levi and I had been restocking earlier, and I grabbed her hand. “Have you seen Violet and X?”
She had a small grin on her mouth. “I have. But I think they’re kind of busy.”
“Where are they?”
She raised an eyebrow. “When I say busy, Whip, I mean they’re in a private room.”
My stomach churned with the knowledge of what X could be doing to her right now behind a closed door. “But which one?”
She glanced between me and Levi, both of us towering over her, both of us desperate for her to tell us where Violet was. She finally registered our serious expressions, and her smile slipped away. “They’re in the camera room.”
Levi barely waited until she had the words out. He charged down the hallway, and I had to run to keep up with him.
At the door marked cam room, he turned the knob, but unsurprisingly, X had locked it.
He reared back, lifting his leg, one heavy, booted foot aiming for the door.
“Stop,” I hissed at him. “You can’t kick it down.”
He put his foot down but spun to glare at me. “You’re the one who said he could be killing her in there!”
Jesus, Levi had no control on his volume. I gave the couple next to me a reassuring smile and dragged Levi in closer. “It’s a camera room. He’s not going to fucking kill her while there’s a live feed rolling. He’s impulsive—”
“And completely insane, Whip!”
I continued like he hadn’t spoken. “But he’s not stupid. He hasn’t gone this long without getting caught, just to do something rash in the middle of a club full of people with cameras watching him.” I eyed the rise and fall of Levi’s chest that was so rapid he might have been verging on a panic attack. I glared at him. “Take a fucking breath.”
He did.
But it didn’t settle him much. His gaze flicked to the next door that had a plaque marking it as a viewing room.
Both of us moved toward it in unison, and I found myself in a darkened room full of people, some sitting, some standing, all of them touching themselves or each other.
A big screen TV on the opposite wall.
On it was an image of Violet in nothing but a corset and panties, X kissing her senseless. When he pulled away from her mouth, his voice was clear as day when he said, “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now, Violet. No fucking idea how bad I want my dick inside you.”
“Get out,” Levi and I said in unison.
I glanced over at him, surprised but the deeply guttural, demanding tone in his voice, all while knowing it matched mine.
The people in the room all stopped what they were doing and swiveled in our direction. One couple stood, picking up the clothes they’d taken off, and scurried out. But the remaining men, three of them who’d had their cocks out, jerking off while watching the free show X and Violet were putting on, turned and scowled at us.
Levi glared at them. “I said, get out.”
One guy frowned in our direction, only half giving us his attention, the rest of it on Violet’s body, tits perfectly spilling out over the top of that corset in a way that had me instantly hard. Again.
“It’s a cam room,” the man complained. “You don’t fucking own it.”
Levi opened his mouth, but I was just as done as he was. These assholes with their dicks out, getting off watching Violet was sending a rage through me I couldn’t control. “He said, get. The fuck. Out. Go find somewhere else to jack off. This room isn’t for you.”
The warning in my tone wasn’t missed this time. The guy who was drunk enough to want to pick a fight finally thought better of it. He shoved to his feet, dick still half out of his pants, and stumbled toward us. “Whatever. She’s a fat bitch anyway.”
I moved so fast the guy didn’t even see me coming. Within an instant, I had him by the throat, slammed up against the wall, his head bouncing off the plasterboard. “What did you say?”
It wasn’t that he’d called her fat. Violet wasn’t a tiny woman. She wasn’t slim. By anyone’s definition, she would be classified as fat.
That was just a statement of fact.
