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The Viking smiled and pulled out a checkbook and pen from his back pocket. Another check-writer. Definitely a friend of Quill’s. And yet, the physicality of the moment made a sharp impression on Saskia’s psyche.
“How much for an hour with her?” The Viking asked.
Quill glanced at Saskia, who stood frozen beside the blonde girl. “No fucking. She’s not ready for that.”
“That’s fine.” His pen was poised over the paper ready to put a dollar value on Saskia’s body and time.
Quill smiled. “You want the friends and family discount?”
The Viking didn’t respond. He just filled out the check with some mystery amount and got up and gave it to Quill. “Does that work for you?”
“That’s extremely generous. Take her.”
The Viking smiled and turned toward Saskia and the blonde. He helped the blonde off the desk, and pulled her skirt down to cover her and helped her back into her panties. He kissed her on the cheek. “Go find someone to play with for a while. You will tell me every detail of what you did later.”
“Yes, sir.”
He playfully swatted her on the ass, then he took Saskia’s hand and led her down the hallway as Quill disappeared into the room across the hall.
“Where is he going?”
“The screening room,” The Viking said as they moved down the hallway. “You saw the school room. There is also a medieval dungeon, a harem-themed room, a medical room, the mirror room, and this one, which is where we’ll be.”
He led her into a black boxy room and shut the door. It didn’t escape her notice that he didn’t lock it. Quill probably wouldn’t like it if he did. A camera was aimed down on them from the top of one corner, red light blinking.
The room felt claustrophobic, but maybe that was just the panic moving in. The Viking was in no way repulsive. He took good care of himself. He had beautiful hands and stern, yet kind eyes. His blond hair was sun-streaked and he looked as if he could have just walked off a battlefield.
The idea of doingsomethingwith him wasn’t off-putting. But everything was happening too fast for her.
A single bright spotlight was recessed into the ceiling, illuminating the center of the room. The floor was wood with a very dark, shiny finish—so shiny it was almost a mirror. The color was nearly black, but upon closer inspection—to avoid looking at him—she saw it was a rich deep brown. The walls were black leather with gleaming metal hooks coming out that had various whipping implements and bondage accessories looped over them. On one end was a leather bench built into the wall that expanded to fill the full width of the narrow room.
In the center of the room, under the spotlight, was a single piece of BDSM furniture, a spanking horse with attached restraints. Simple. Classic. In another situation, maybe not too intimidating, but in this one...
“This is the leather room,” he said.
Saskia could file that inunnecessary explanations. But he didn’t seem to be talking to educate her; it was more to calm her nerves.
He took her hands in his and guided her to sit on the bench with him. She stared down at their interlocked fingers. His hands were so big compared to hers.
“Do you want to be here?” he asked.
Saskia glanced up at the camera, then back at him.
“There’s no sound,” he said. “Only an image. You can speak freely here. I’ve known Kane for a long time...”
Obviously not if you think that’s his real name.
“...but something feels off to me. If you want out of here, I’ll help you.”
The Viking was at least six-foot-five. And broad. Quill was a big guy as well and might be able to take him. But, then again. maybe not. This guy could possibly get her out.
“If you have nowhere to go, I can arrange something safe for you. Kane is not your only option if that’s not what you want.”
Saskia was silent, staring down at the shiny reflective floor.
“Look at me.”
Her gaze rose to his.
