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“You fucker! It won’t hold up in court. You won’t get away with this.”
“Oh, I think we will. But hey, take us to court. It’ll be fun telling the judge how Reagan and I have been together for an entire year without your knowledge and how you thought you were selling your sister to a man that wanted to ravage and rape her and then walk away. Oh and showing him the tape of that sick smile on your face as you beat off watching the whole thing really sounds like fun too. So I guess we’ll see you in court.”
As Lucas walked toward Reagan, Aiden began to scream wildly. He sounded like a maniac, that was until Mistress Lasinda stuffed a ball gag in his mouth and cut off the sound. All they could hear as the door closed behind them were sobs and gasps. As soon as the door was shut Lucas slid his arm around Reagan and asked, “So, you’re sure you don’t want to watch?”
She shook her head and he looked relieved. “No. I thought I wanted to,” she said. “I thought I wanted to be almost as sick as my brother so that I could get back at him for the things he did to me. But the truth is as much as I know he deserves everything she’s about to dish out, I’m not sick enough that watching it would help with my revenge.”
Lucas kissed her forehead and said, “You’re not sick at all. He’s the sick one. Let’s get out of here.”
**
Aiden was still trying to process what had just happened when Lucas’ bodyguard Frankie walked into the room. The woman in black whispered something to him and with a sadistic grin Frankie walked over and unhooked the cuffs that held Aiden to the chair. For just a second Aiden breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he was going to be set free.
“Take him to the wine cellar.”
Aiden was suddenly grabbed roughly by the arm and led out of the room. When he realized what was happening he tried to fight, but Frankie was too strong. He held onto him firmly and dragged him forcibly to the kitchen where the stairway to the wine cellar already stood open. He then practically pushed him down the stairs in the dark. Once they reached the bottom, the light came on and flooded the room. Aiden had known this cabin his entire life, but he didn’t recognize the room he saw before him.
“Feel free to scream,” the woman said in a husky whisper, “No one can hear you.”
“This is fucking crazy…”
> Frankie smacked him against the side of his head and growled, “Keep your mouth shut and listen.”
The room went silent other than the tapping of the woman’s heels against the cold, polished wood floor. The walls were paneled in dark wood and the racks of wine had been removed. The room was now filled with bizarre devices and what looked like torture furniture and all along one wall were neatly hung canes, whips, floggers, and crops. Aiden fancied himself somewhat a connoisseur of porn, so he recognized it all for what it was…but had he been into the BDSM scene, it would have been with him as the Dom.
He wasn’t about to take this lying down.
Frankie practically carried him over to a large sofa against the far wall and tossed him down on it. He jumped back up and tried to run. Frankie caught him at the bottom of the stairs and forced him to turn around toward the couch. The woman was now sitting on it with her legs crossed. Frankie had Aiden’s arms twisted up behind his back and he could feel sweat rolling down the side of his face.
This was fucked up.
Seriously fucked up.
He couldn’t believe Reagan had any part in this. Did he ever know her at all? He guessed that was ironic, considering she had only recently figured him out. But that didn’t make this any less fucked. He suddenly realized that there was no way Frankie was letting him out of here and he was at the mercy of this woman that looked almost ecstatic at the prospect of causing him pain. He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to concentrate on what he was going to do to Reagan when he got out of there and got his hands on her.
Chapter 15
Frankie held firmly onto Aiden and the woman on the couch began to speak, “Inside this room, you will call me nothing other than ‘mistress’. You will not dare open your mouth unless you are asked to speak. You will obey instantly without a second thought. Do you understand?"
"I can pay you double whatever they’re paying you…”
Frankie twisted his arm harder and he squealed in pain as the woman said, “You’re making this much harder on yourself than it has to be. I will give you one more chance. Did you understand your instructions, yes or no?”
“Yes.”
She sighed, got up and went over to the wall and selected what looked like a whip that jockey’s used on their horses. Aiden’s body tensed slightly as she walked up to him but even considering she might use the whip on him was nothing compared to the shock of the pain he felt as it made contact with his stomach. It was like a hot knife slashing into his skin. He screamed and began to sob. She stood in front of him, waiting. When he continued to cry, beg and grovel, she raised the whip again.
“I’m sorry!” He screamed.
“For what?”
“For not obeying,” he said, breathlessly. “I’m sorry Mistress. Please don’t hit me with that again.”
She looked like she was considering it and then she whispered, “Since you’re just learning I’ll let it slide just this once.”
“Thank you…” she raised a perfect eyebrow and he added, “Mistress.”
“Good, now take off your clothes and fold them neatly. Don’t try to run because Frankie will catch you and I will make you sorry. Do you understand?”
