Page 3 of Masked Indulgence
I nodded. “That was a few years ago. I got over it,” I toldhim.
And I had, for the most part. The only remnant from that horrible time in my life was a nightmare sneaking up on me every now and then, telling me I still had a little damage leftover from thebrute.
“You can call me Mr. S. What should I call you?” He shifted his weight as he looked meover.
“Katana,” I said, as I hadn’t thought of an alternate name for myself. Blyss hadn’t told me about doing that. “KatanaReeves.”
“Nice to meet you, Katana Reeves.” He jerked his head to one side. “I’m not into crowds. You wanna join me in one of the smaller rooms? We can watch a scenetogether.”
After a nod, he took me by the hand and off we went, leaving the large room behind us. A step behind him, I took the opportunity to chug my drink while he couldn’t see me. I needed to take the edge off, andquickly.
As he pushed open a door, I heard horrible groans and saw a woman all tied up and bent over some kind of a table. Hushed whispers were heard as a handful of people watched what seemed to be a brutalscene.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a bar and pulled at my hand to get Mr. S to let me go. He stopped and turned to look at me, seeing the empty glass in my hand. He smiled at me, and we headed to the bar first. “What would you like,Katana?”
“Bourbon and Coke, please.” I already felt like he was taking care of me, and it felt awesome—exactly what I needed after my hecticweek.
“A double shot of Michter’s Celebration and Coke for the lady and some of the same for me, straight on the rocks.” He set his half-full glass on the bar, and I placed my empty one next to his. His dark green eyes moved to my lips. “I like that black lipstick you’ve got on. Shame it’s going to get all messed uplater.”
His confident statement took me by surprise, and all I could do was stare at the hot man who seemed to be made of muscles. A shiver ran through me as our drinks were put in front of us. He took mine, placing it in my hand. Then he grabbed his drink in one hand, my hand with the other, and took me to a little table for two at the back of theroom.
I gulped as I heard the loud smacking sound of leather meeting flesh and the yell of pain that followed. My eyes closed as I thought about what I was getting myselfinto.
His arm moved over my shoulder, and he drew me in close. His lips grazed my ear as he said softly, “You’re perfectly safe with me, Katana. No reason to worry at all. Just sit back and relax. Enjoy the show—then perhaps you’ll think about what you and I can come up with together. I promise you won’t feel abused while in myhands.”
The way he spoke, the look in his eyes, the way he touched me—it all made me feel at ease. He was a perfect stranger, yet I felt drawn to him in a way I’d never felt with any other man. Another smacking sound had me looking at the couple on the smallstage.
Sagging in the ropes, the woman seemed beaten down. My heart ached as I knew how that felt. In more ways than one. Lyle Strickland wasn’t the first person to beat the hell out of me and leave me wishing for death to take the pain away. But he’d sure as hell be thelast.
When the woman’s Dom untied her, he carried her wilted body to a bed and laid her down with gentleness. He got up to leave her, and her arms went out to him as she moaned, “Please,sir.”
“Now you want me?” her Dom asked her. “I thought you wanted that otherman.”
“Only you, sir. I’m only meant for you. Please take me. I amyours.”
Since we didn’t get to see most of the show, I figured she must’ve been cheating on her Dom and had gotten caught. My eyes cut to Mr. S’s, finding him none too pleased with the scene. A hard line had his lips clampedshut.
He and I both seemed out of place in the BDSM club. The look on his face was different from the look most of the other men who watched the show had. He looked disgusted, while most of the others looked enticed. I had to admit, that particular scene wasn’t a thing I likedeither.
If someone cheated on you, you let their sorry ass go. No need to whip them into loving you. As if that could even happen in reallife.
It came as no shock to me when he leaned in close once more. “I’ve got a few toys at my hotel. What do you say we ditch this place and head overthere?”
My brain interjected.Um, hello, Katana. You don’t even know this man’s real name or one damn thing about him except he’s intoBDSM.
Cocking one brow, I dared to ask, “Do you think you could give me some identification before I take you up on thatoffer?”
Without missing a beat, he pulled out his wallet and showed me his California driver’s license. “I’m Nixon Slaughter, owner of Champlain Services in Los Angeles.” He went one step further and took a business card out of his wallet, slipping it into my hand before putting his wallet away. “That’s my number. Feel better about being alone with me now, KatanaReeves?”
With a nod, I agreed to what he wanted. “I’m in your hands now, Mr.S.”
“I think for tonight I’d like to be called Master, my little slave girl.” He got up, took my hand, and away wewent.
Chapter3
Nixon
Headinginto the lobby of the Heathman Hotel, Katana and I got a few stares as we strolled in. She’d donned a red cloak to cover her little naughty negligee, but we’d kept the masks on. It felt more fun thatway.
