Page 6 of Sanctuary After Dark

Hearing his words made my eyes roll back. It was the final push I needed, and I couldn't stop my orgasm from ripping through me as I clenched around his tongue and cried out as I started to come.

"Daddy!!"

Chapter 3

Taking the mug of fresh coffee from one of the consensual domestic slaves, Raven, in the kitchen, I leaned in and kissed their forehead. "Thank you, pet."

"You're welcome, sir. Let me know if you guys need anything else," Raven said softly as they handed mugs to my brother and Alec as well.

I had a very fond spot in my heart for Raven. They were one of the first members to have signed up for the club, and when I first met them, they were completely lost. They were questioning their gender identity, their career, their living situation, pretty much everything. It was a hard time in their life, and I was happy that we could give them a place to explore everything and figure their life out. I watched them blossom as they found a love of TPE and domestic servitude. As they explored it more with experienced Masters and slaves and how they realized it was their core kink.

Now they were one of the people in the house that the other subs went to for advice. Raven was like the mother hen of the house, always fussing over everyone. They were in a very healthy TPE dynamic with a close friend of ours, which, in turn, led to a new living situation for them. They worked here at the club, organizing cleaning and cooking schedules for us, and settled on the fact that they didn't land in one gender or another and were proudly non-binary. I was so proud of their journey, and that I could witness it and be a friend who supported and helped them.

Leaving the kitchen and walking through the living room towards the other side of the house, I smiled when I saw a group of brats giggling on one of the couches with nail polish surrounding them. "You get nail polish on anything but your nails, your asses have a date with my paddle."

Four heads whipped over to me when I spoke with wide-eyed expressions. Isaac put his hands on his hips and huffed. "Your favorite kink is rope, sir. Not impact play. And besides, some of us like paddles."

That little shit. Stopping in my tracks, I turned to look at him with an eyebrow raised. I could see him swallow for a moment once my attention was fully on him.

"I never said it would be play, kiddo. And if you think I'm not up to par to turn your ass red, then I'll let Linc do it."

The smirk that was on Isaac's face dropped when he looked over to Lincoln, who was smiling wickedly and wiggling his fingers at him in a little wave. I could see the slight panic in Isaac's eyes when he realized how fucked he was.

I may have come to be known as the Master Rigger here, but my brother was a master at impact play. He had even taken some anatomy classes with me, so he knew more about the muscles and nerves in the body. He was also a sadist, just like me, and we loved to see little brats cry.

Consensually, of course.

"I'll go get some towels to put down!" Imani announced as she got up and ran to the hallway by the bathroom. When she came back with an armful of towels, I took a sip of my coffee and nodded approvingly. She may be a brat as well, but she was a good girl. A fiery spirit with a kind heart. She was always the first one to volunteer when we did our monthly charity weekends.

"Good girl. I think Raven is baking cookies. You can go and tell them I said to plate some up for you."

Four bright smiles turned my way before Isaac got up and ran to the kitchen, yelling back to me, "Thank you, sir!!! Raven!!! Mister Lucas said we could have some cookies!!!"

Chuckling and shaking my head, I turned with Lincoln and Alec towards the office Lincoln and I shared. I loved to tease and torment the brats in the house any time I got the chance. Not as much as my brother though, who had fondly come to be known as a bratty top.

Alec had an office right next to ours since he offered free therapy sessions for members on the weekend. It was something that we really wanted to do when we started the club. Especially when things were so expensive nowadays and some people didn't have the luxury of health insurance. We didn't want anyone to go without the help they needed, so when we met Alec not long before we opened our doors; it was kismet. He offered his services to the club, and we waived his membership fees. Win fucking win.

Walking through the door of our office, I went and sat behind my desk while Lincoln plopped down onto the leather couch against the wall, and Alec shut the door. Once Alec was sitting in the chair on the other side of my desk, I set my coffee down and turned towards him. We had a lot to talk about. He had already told us some things about Elias, but he hadn't been able to share everything because of patient/doctor confidentiality.

"Alright, I know you've told us that Elias has been through a lot, but that boy looked terrified when he walked in here. What else can you tell us? If we're going to be helping with his exposure therapy, then we need to be prepared."

Lincoln nodded from where he was sitting on the couch, agreeing with me. We wanted to help this kid, but we had to know how far we could push him and what his potential triggers were. From the little time that I spent with him just now, I could tell he already had issues with his confidence and self-worth.

He was shy and hiding in more ways than one. Not only had he been hiding behind Alec when we came downstairs, but his clothes looked three sizes too big for him. Another defense mechanism, I was guessing. I could tell he was wary of anyone new as well. The look in his eyes reminded me of a stray dog who didn't trust anyone.

"I actually talked to him about this before we left to come over here, and he agreed I could share things with you, and he signed a consent form for that. I have it in his file on my laptop and I'll email it over to you two so you have it as well. He understands that you two need to be informed about his past so that the exposure therapy can be successful." Alec sipped his coffee before setting it on the table and leaning back in his chair.

“A friend of a friend invited me to a private kink party last year. I had met them a few times before, so I figured, why not? When I got there, I knew it wasn't my scene. There were drugs pretty much everywhere, and everyone was drunk. But something told me to stay, and I'm glad that I did. Twenty minutes after arriving, an older man came out of the bedroom, walked over to another guy, and handed him a roll of money. I thought it was drug-related until I glanced into the bedroom. The guy had left the door open, and what I saw sickened me. As a trauma psychologist, I've heard a lot of things from patients and colleagues. It's part of my job to be prepared for things like this, but seeing it in person firsthand? I still get murderous when I think about it."

I watched as my friend rubbed his hand over his mouth for a moment. I could tell that this would not be a run-of-the-mill abuse case. This was going to be a lot more than that, and dread dropped in my stomach at the thought of that sweet boy going through something so horrible.

"So, like I said, I looked into the bedroom. I saw someone lying on the bed. It was Elias. He was naked and tied to the bed with cuffs on his ankles and wrists. His torso showed bruises, his lip had split, one eye was blackened, and fresh cuts bled on his thighs. There was a switchblade lying on the bed beside him with blood on it. The fucker who came out had been cutting him while he raped him. And I know it wasn't consensual because I saw heroin on the bedside table and track marks on his arms. His eyes were glassy and unfocused, but there were tears running down his cheeks." Alec took a shaky breath and ran his hands over his face as he relived the moment.

My stomach churned, and I could feel the anger bubbling up as I listened to it. Glancing over at my brother, I could tell he was feeling the same from the way he balled his hand into a tight fist and clenched his jaw. This boy wasn't just abused; he was trafficked. They kept him drugged and tortured him. My heart broke for him, and I wanted to just bundle him up in a blanket fort and take care of him. I wanted to chase all of his fears away and let him just breathe.

"I didn't want to do or say anything right away, even though I knew I had to help him. There were a lot of men there, and it was just Andre and me. It was a dangerous situation, and we didn't want them to be tipped off and either hurt him more or get him out of there. We knew we had to help him, though. So, we made our way out and left the party. Andre drove a few blocks away, and I called nine-one-one. Since I've worked with the police before as a trauma psychologist with victims, they let me stay and help them once they had the other men in handcuffs and the victims with the paramedics. Turns out, though, that Elias was the only victim there. There were other submissives there and even some prostitutes, but he was apparently the entertainment at this party. The guy, Jack Alastor, was Elias's boyfriend and was pimping him out. He was also, supposedly, his Daddy dom. I found that out later once I was seeing Elias as a patient."

"Jesus fuck. Are you fucking kidding me with this shit?" Lincoln leaned forward on his knees as one of them bounced. He was a hothead, and I knew he wanted to go after this guy right now. We took our roles as doms seriously. Especially since we were both daddy doms. Submissives trust us to lead, guide, and protect them. They trust us to care for them when they're at their most vulnerable, and for someone to take advantage of that and hurt someone who seemed like such a sweet boy... it was unforgivable. I could practically feel the rage coming from Lincoln as he ground his teeth and cracked his knuckles.