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Luckily, Jake had parked her in a quiet corner of the room ten minutes before so he could mingle with the other depraved partygoers enjoying the plethora of carnal opportunities displayed so vulgarly before them. He'd pressed her to her knees, making sure to tie the leash attached to her collar to a ring protruding from the wall as if he were tying a dog in place. She'd been tempted to stand up and untie herself, but knew she'd never escape the guarded room anyway.
Instead, she'd used her time in relative seclusion to try to talk to Dylan, praying for an update on how much longer it would be before he rescued her. Knowing the men would be coming for her was the only hope keeping her from spilling over into a full-fledged nervous breakdown. The fact that she hadn't been able to connect with them had Hannah devolving into a panicked mess.
"Oh God, if you can hear me... please hurry. I don't know how much longer I can hold it together in here."
Like a soldier returning from a war zone, PSTD-like flashbacks of her life in Columbus were closing in on her. Wounds she'd worked so hard with Dr. Henderson to sew together were being split open, filling her with the kind of bone-deep dread she hadn't felt since her father had been hauled away by the SWAT team in the middle of the night on her seventeenth birthday. The sights and sounds of the helpless victims displayed throughout the expansive space were too-close reminders of the painful humiliation she'd witnessed—and worse, lived through—in her childhood home.
As she caught sight of Jake heading back towards her from across the room, Hannah gave herself the internal pep talk Dr. Henderson had helped her develop during her years of therapy. At the time, she'd made up her mind to no longer allow herself to be anyone's victim. She just hadn't known how hard her resolve would be tested.
She took a deep breath, working hard to slow her pulse and keep her wits about her. As Jake walked her way, his predatory gaze penetrated her and she shivered in the cool room. She refused to cower as he stopped, crouching down in front of her to be at her eye level.
"Are you having fun at the party, Hannah?"
It wasn't a question he needed an answer to. The smirk on his face gave away his sick glee at her obvious distress.
Jake rose to his feet, pulling on her leash to drag her up beside him. As soon as she was on her feet, he reached his hand behind her neck, pinching her hard and forcing her to face the sexual depravity all around them. When she tried to flinch away, his grip tightened.
"Look at them good, Hannah. I suggest you be a good girl, or you might find yourself working a hole party next month."
Despite her fear, she blurted out her question. "A hole party?"
Jake's ugly grin enhanced the evil in his eyes. "Yeah. Holes. That's all they are to the patrons. Holes. Mouths—Pussies—Asses—Holes. That, and targets for punishment."
Just as those words left his mouth, the sound of a heavy bullwhip snapping nearby was followed by the guttural scream of a woman in pain. The man responsible didn't even wait for her first cry to settle before hitting her with a second and then quick third lash. This was no playful scene portrayed by actors. This was the real deal. Hannah saw droplets of red collecting across the lower back of whipped woman, the leather implement having sliced into her flesh.
She shuddered, but Jake held her in an iron grip, moving to stand behind her, pressing his athletic body into her back, his hard erection rubbing against her naked ass. "Look at it, Hannah. Watch the artistry of the scene."
"You're delusional. All I see is barbaric pain and humiliation. What I don't understand is how you keep these women from going to the police to file complaints against you after they leave."
Jake's chuckle seemed genuine, which pissed her off. "Are you kidding me? I have a waiting list for the next three months already."
"Are they that desperate for money?"
Jake's voice lowered in her ear, speaking with a passion she wished she couldn't hear. "Money is only part of the story. Most are submissives to their core, feeling unfulfilled unless they are servicing others. Many of them are pain sluts, unable to get off without the dual sensations of pain and pleasure together. I've groomed them; taught their bodies to crave the pain."
Hannah was skeptical. "No one craves pain."
"Come now. You've been exposed to enough freaky fetishes in your life through your father that surely you aren't that naïve."
Jake's voice trailed off as they watched the man in front of them throw down his whip and thrust his erect cock into the sobbing submissive. There was no mistaking the woman's instant orgasm, her shriek of ecstasy overpowering the cries of pain within seconds.
"Fuck." Hannah didn't understand Jake's sudden agitation until he spoke absently, as if he'd forgotten she was even there. "I could make Brianna so happy if only she'd let me. She'd be the masochistic queen of this party each month, experiencing the best sex of her life, but no. She'd rather playhouse with her asshole husband, thinking she's safe hiding at the loft. Like I couldn't break in there."
Hannah felt him tense up as if he'd realized he spoken out loud. For a few seconds Jake acted as if he were disoriented, lost in thought, before he moved away from her, yanking on her leash to pull her along as he started walking towards the door. She dug her feet in. As much as she hated the sights and sounds surrounding her, she knew it was best to stay with a crowd rather than be alone with Jake Davenport.
Jake stopped, turning his frosty blue eyes on her. "We're late. I suggest you behave. You won't like the consequences if you don't."
She was desperate to stall. "Where are we going?" she challenged.
His icy eyes flared with a fire that scared her. "As fun as this is, we have another, more exclusive party to attend."
"What kind of party is more exclusive than this?" Her voice sounded as incredulous as she felt.
Jake's evil grin chilled her to the core. "The kind where the subs won't be going home again after it ends."
His words jarred her, distracting her so he was able to pull her forward by her leash. Her mind raced as she internalized his words, while Jake stopped to say goodbye to some patrons on their way out. One man carried on a short conversation with Jake as if nothing was happening, in spite of the fact that there was a naked woman on her knees in front of him, sucking his cock down her throat as if it were a precious lollypop. As they moved away, Hannah watched him grip the woman's head, weaving his fingers through her hair on either side, and began face-fucking her so deep she gagged.
As horrible as the hole party had been, Hannah was almost frantic as Jake pulled her out of the room and into the almost empty corridor. The two guards were still diligently on duty, nodding to their boss as he sauntered by. Almost as an afterthought, he asked, "Did our last guest arrive yet, Mario?"
