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“Security cameras keep you informed.” I didn’t bother asking. She’d been too confident in her statement and hadn’t been in that room with us.

“Always,” Chantelle said without a hint of remorse or shame in her voice. “You turned her on for the first time in her life—if what she’s told me in the past is true.”

I tipped my head back, eyes closed as my heart ached for the sweet woman who had come alive beneath my hands. “Goddamnit.”

Clothing rustled, and I lowered my head to find Chantelle leaning forward, elbows on her desk. A glint lit her eyes and made me shift on the seat. “I’ll bet wrapping her breasts in a chest harness and stringing her up would send her flying.”

“You don’t mean into subspace,” I muttered, the images she created in my mind swelling my cock and loosening my fists.

The smirk on Chantelle’s lips matched the mischief in her hazel eyes. “Stephen has never seen Becky climax—she never has climaxed. Another man fulfilling her in ways he hasn’t been able to will set him off and give me a reason to have him removed from the premises. I’ll finally have access to my cousin without his influence.”

“And what happens when you kick his ass out of here?”

“Becky will stay with me, and before you ask, Stephen has no idea where I live.”

I’d seen couples like them before, up close and fucking personal. Knew all too well how it worked when a woman didn’t have an identity outside of her abuser. “And when she enters that excuse phase that will land her back in Stephen’s grip?”

Her manicured nails tapped on her desk. “She’s not going to make it to that point.”

I frowned. Did she have some magic wand she hid on her body? “And why is that?”

Chantelle leaned toward me. “Because—” her voice lowered “—you’re going to pursue Becky and quietly lay out Stephen if he comes sniffing around.”

I huffed a snort of laughter even though I didn’t find her plan amusing. “You’re one calculating bitch.”

She sat back, the Cheshire cat grin lifting her lips. “You have no idea.”

“I’m not a violent man.” I reminded her of what I wanted to remain true about my adulthood.

Chantelle stood and rounded her desk. “No, but I’m sure you could find a way to send him running, tail between his skinny-ass legs.”

“Little man complex,” I muttered, wanting to hear him squeal and cry how he made Becky.

“Like you wouldn’t believe. Now—” she opened her office door and gestured me out “—rather than get your panties in a bunch from watching that asshole drag her around the lounge for the next hour or two, head home. Make a plan for next weekend.”

Chapter 8

Becky

I had never known fear compared to the anxiety and tremors I experienced when we left Chantelle’s. Thankfully, we hadn’t run into Amber, and Stephen was none the wiser my cousin had titled her club after her middle name.

I sat in my long coat, still naked beneath, hands clasped on my lap and staring out the passenger window while Stephen drove. Inky black shrouded the sky until we arrived home forty-five minutes northwest of Boston and its nightlife.

We had driven in near silence, and my mind gnawed on what might be going through Stephen’s head. Although somewhat sure he hadn’t been aware of my body’s response to Master Cooney, I couldn’t help but chew on the inside of my lip. The coppery tang of blood tinged my saliva as I climbed from the car into the cold evening air, following Stephen up the stoop to the fixer-upper we had called home for five years. The place still resembled a ramshackle pile of old lumber, but we had a roof, heat, and electricity, so I didn’t complain about the lack of progress he had made in fixing the house up like he’d planned to do.

Stephen unlocked the door and went in, leaving me to pass him by so he double-locked us in for the night as usual. He tossed the keys onto the small collect-all table I had placed in the entryway and strode toward the kitchen.

I started toward the stairs to change into my PJs.

“I want you naked and bent over the spanking bench when I come up, Becky!” he hollered as the treads squeaked beneath my feet.

Tears sprang to life, stinging my eyes.

Stephen had made me pleasure him with my mouth and hands while he had watched another sub get her ass beat in Chantelle’s lounge, humiliating me beyond anything he’d ever done to me. Including the cross and ball gag video he had recorded and uploaded to that porn site. He bragged it was his best work, gaining the most views and comments, but I never watched or checked where he posted to. It was bad enough that I had to live through the events the first time.

Although numerous scenes had been acted out in Chantelle’s lounge, I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed taking him into my mouth and having him pull my hair while I worked and gagged to get him off.

He hadn’t complained out loud like he usually did, but I felt his frustration and anger in the sting of my scalp and the thrust of his hips. Until he finally came in my mouth, my jaw had ached and my eyes watered.

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