Fighting Attraction
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    Jack works Peter up to the point his screams turn to moans and his muscles unclench as he floats on an endorphin high. Master Damien arrives to help lift Peter down from the cross, and together they help him walk to the couch in the corner and wrap a blanket around his shoulders.
    “How are you doing?” Jack squats down beside me and gives me a look that says he knows exactly how I’m doing after spending more than an hour watching his powerful body in action while tied to a chair with a vibrator buzzing inside me.
    “Good, thanks. And you?” Regardless of the situation, it never hurts to be polite.
    Jack chuckles. “I feel physically sated but not satisfied.” He traces a finger around and around my nipple, taut beneath my clothing, until I squirm in the chair.
    “I know that feeling. It’s lovely for a little while, but it doesn’t last.”
    “Oh, this is going to last.” He crouches down in front of me and draws lazy circles along my inner thigh, pushing up my dress as he goes. “You’re so hot, you were burning up the room. You liked watching me hurt someone.”
    “Yes,” I whisper so Master Damien and Peter don’t hear. “But only because it was you. If I had to watch someone else do what you did, it wouldn’t turn me on.”
    “Glad to hear it.” He pushes my knickers aside, and rubs his fingers along my slit. “You’re so wet, I would have known if you were lying to me.”
    I gasp when he pushes a finger inside me. “I would never lie to you, Jack.”
    “Good. Because it is the one thing I cannot stand. Avery lied. She told me she loved me when she was fucking Beau behind my back. She told me she would keep my secret, and the next day she shared it to the world.” He pulls the tiny vibrator out of my pussy, and I moan as it slides over my sweet spot.
    “Poor baby.” He wraps his hand around my hair, pulls it tight. “So wet. So needy. So desperate to come. I’ve only just warmed you up. It’s going to be a long time before you get your release. You wait here. I’ll be back in a minute.”
    As if I could move with my hands and ankles bound. But now I have something to keep me company. Fear.
    After Jack finishes tending to Peter and cleaning up the play space, he unlocks my restraints and rubs my ankles and wrists to bring back the circulation. With one strong arm around my waist, he helps me from the chair and steers me out of the alcove.
    “Where are we going?”
    He gives me an evil smile. “I’m taking you to the dungeon. It’s your turn for pain.”
    * * *
    A door slams, making me jump. My hands fly to the blindfold around my head, but before I can touch it, someone slaps my hands away. Trembling, I try to orient myself in the darkness.
    After the scene with Peter, Jack had me change out of my dress and into his oversized club T-shirt with my bra and knickers on underneath. Then he brought me down to this dark, dank room under the club, blindfolded me, and left me sitting on the hard bed with instructions not to move.
    “What’s going on? Jack?”
    “Why are you here?” The voice above me is low, rough, and unfamiliar.
    “What?” My heart thuds in my chest. “I came here with Jack…er, Master Jack. Who are you?”
    “Security.” He pulls off the blindfold and shines a flashlight on his chest. Blinking as my eyes adjust to the light, I see the familiar black security vest the bouncers and monitors wear at Club Sin.
    “What are you hiding?”
    “Nothing. I…” My words trail off when he grabs my hair and pulls me off the bed. I let out a scream as I fall to my knees on the floor.
    “Stop. Wait. Where’s Jack?”
    Laughter echoes in the room, but in the flicker of the flashlight I catch a glimpse of a familiar profile.
    “No one is coming for you. It’s just you and me and the secret you don’t want to share.”
    “Secret?” I try to turn my head to confirm it was Jack I just saw, but he forces me back.
    “Everyone who comes here has a secret. You will tell me yours.” He yanks my hair, pulling me up, and marches me over to a chair in the corner. “Sit.”
    “Jack?” I sit on the curious wooden chair that has a cutout in the middle of the seat.
    “What is your safe word?” he growls as he sets the flashlight on the floor.
    Safe word. It is Jack. And we’re playing, just like we talked about in the car on the way to the club. Role-playing. A thrill of excitement runs through me. I’ve been caught by security, and now he wants to know my secret. Well, it’s not a secret I will ever divulge.
    “Redemption.” I struggle in his grip, let him know I want to play. “And you’ll never get the secret out of me.”
    “Hands behind your back.”
    I’ve never heard Jack so abrupt, his voice so clipped. If I hadn’t caught that quick glimpse of him in the shadows, heard his voice soften the tiniest bit when he mentioned my safe word, I might worry about being locked in the dungeon with a sadist I don’t know.
    Hands trembling, I cross my wrists behind the chair. Jack kneels behind me and cuffs them together. The snap of the handcuffs makes me jump, and I tug on the unforgiving steel. Ray will have a fit tomorrow when he sees the bruises on my wrists.
    Jack pulls a long bar from his bag and attaches the cuff on one end to my ankle. With a yank, he spreads my legs apart and repeats the process on the other side. My legs are spread wide, unable to close because of the thick bar between them. Wearing only his big T-shirt and my underwear, I feel open and vulnerable. Adrenaline shoots through me in a panicked wave.
    “Breathe.” His voice echoes in the semi-dark room, his commanding tone ringing around me.
    I take a deep breath and another, focusing on the rise and fall of my chest and not the man in the dungeon and what he is going to do.