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“I believe hospital administration will have something else to say about that. We were assured our patients would be safe. Isn’t that your job? And it’sDoctorto you. Doctor St. James.” I step back, not wanting him close to me.
“Sorry, Dr. St. James,” the other detective says. “You’re correct. We’ll make sure an officer is left here until we apprehend the victim’s father.” He puts a hand to his partner’s shoulder and pulls him back. I look up at the first detective again. He’s still checking me out. He’s not ugly, but he’s not handsome either. However, something about him doesn’t sit right with me. I wait until they leave the room before I turn to Bailey.
“Are you okay?” I ask her softly. She grabs a hold of my jacket. I notice that I was wrong earlier. Now that her hair is cleaned, it’s such a pale brown it’s almost blond, whereas her mother’s is still brown.
“He’s going to kill us,” she says so softly I barely hear her.
“Not if I can help it,” I promise her.
Carefully, I check her over, and she keeps touching my bag that I’d set on her bed when I squared off with the detectives. I smile when I see her trace the letters on the side of it.
“My mom got it for me as a gift when I graduated from medical school,” I tell her. “Do you like purses and bags?”
She nods and smiles at me. I know it’s not a good idea as the thought goes through my head, but I’m bringing her one of my older bags tomorrow. She has nothing and I can’t stand it.
Before I leave the floor, I make sure the nurse knows to give me a call if there are any problems. I head down to the employee parking lot, where my new car is waiting for me, and then I head home to spend time with my family before heading to the club for some real fun.
ChapterTwo
TREVOR
It’s been a long several days. The boys have started hockey practice, and work has been busy. It’s like the August rain is bringing out the crazies. I need a release. I park my truck in the parking lot across from the Satin Room. My sister, Lorelei, has the boys, and this is the only night I have to myself. The doorman, Boz, opens the heavy blacked-out doors. He’s a huge guy, a good solid four inches taller than my six-foot-two and wider than me. He used to play hockey professionally before he got cut for unnecessary roughness.
“Hey, Trevor.” His voice sounds awful. It’s so gruff, I always imagine him being in theGodfather.
“What up, Boz?”
“The sky, my fly, and my cock. You should see the new little sub that just started.” He chuckles. “I’d tap her if she were a bit bigger. Nice little petite one with amazing eyes,” he shares, and I nod.
“I’ll take a look.” He doesn’t like petite girls, says he’ll break them as big as he is. I’m all about the eyes, so his comment about hers gets to me. They say eyes are windows to the soul, but for me it’s more than that. I’ve been fucked over a couple of times. I have an ex that did a number on me, as they say. Jas, one of my paramedic friends from the station, called her a raging bitch when she heard the stories from my sister. I don’t share that much about my past. Not only is it to make sure I don’t talk bad about her in front of the boys, but because I don’t talk ill of the dead either.
I check in at the registration desk and then move into the main chamber. When Leif and Erika started this business, people said they wouldn’t make anything of it. Little did those idiots know that Eastport has its share of freaks that don’t like to travel all the way to Providence or out of state for some fun. I’ve known for years I was a Dom. After my ex left, I started going to a few underground places. Leif had told me his idea about the Satin Room one day when he was working on one of my tattoos. I thought it was brilliant.
Now here we are, and I’m one of the members of the board. I do remember seeing an application for a new sub from Boston. I didn’t meet her though because of my schedule.
As I work my way through the club, I observe the cross is in use and a whip-master is showing off their techniques. I head toward the bar and order a beer. I look down the polished wood to a stool where a bombshell beauty is seated. I know instantly that this is the woman Boz was talking about. She’s in a black mesh paneled see-through long-sleeve bustier style top. It ends in a skirt that brushes the top of her thighs. I can barely make out the sexy little shorts that cover her ass. I want her to stand so I can see if her fuller cheeks will hang out the bottom of them. My mouth starts to water with the thought of biting into her sweet cheeks before I bury my tongue deep inside her core. Her long dark brown hair is in waves around her shoulders and hanging down her back. I can picture my hands fisted in her strands. My cock is rock-hard. I move toward her as my gaze follows her shapely muscled legs down to her five-inch platform heels.
I drag my eyes back up her body to her sexy full breasts. They must be at least a D-cup.
“You’re new.” My voice comes across deep and husky sounding. People think I smoke from the sound of it, but I don’t. I work out and I’m extremely healthy. I also used to play hockey back in the day but not professionally. I watch her beautiful hazel green eyes as they drag over my body.
“I am.” There’s a slight tremor in her voice, and it adds an extra sexiness to her. She’s got a voice that makes me want to drop and beg her to talk to me.
I hold out my hand to her. “Trevor.” She’s in a mask that is obscuring some of her face and I wish I could see it all. But the black next to her eyes makes them look even greener.
“Syn.” She holds out her hand, and when our palms slide together something deep inside me comes awake. A feeling I haven’t felt in too long. She trembles and a flush works its way across the top of her breasts.
“Join me.” I wave to the table I set my beer on before I approached her. The low tabletops are wood and as shiny as the polished bar. It was Erika’s idea to have the wood offset all the black and red of the room.
“Okay,” she answers me as if it was a request. It wasn’t. I wanted to see how much of a sub she was. She wants to take direction. I reach for her wine glass with one hand and slide the other against the small of her back. Her hips flare wide, but her waist is tiny enough that my large mitt takes up most of her lower back. My pinky finger rests right above the crack of her ass. When I direct her to the seat, I step back and take her in from behind before I move the second chair to sit right next to her. I’m not letting any other Dom make a move on her.
She is mine.
She leans back and crosses one leg over the other, and I reach across to rest my hand on her knee. She doesn’t cringe back from my dominate move.
“Are you nervous?” I watch her closely to see if she’ll try to hide the truth, but she openly stares back at me before she drops her gaze for a moment. When she looks back up, she bites that luscious bottom lip as she looks me in the eye again.
“It’s been weeks since I submitted to anyone. I’m not afraid of you.” I feel the urge to ask her who she submitted to before. She must sense my anger at the thought of another Dom controlling her. “That was at the club I attended back in Boston.” It’s the first personal thing she’s given me because I’m not sure her name is real.
