But a loyal one.
“What don’t you understand?” I said. “You’re not safe.” I clutched her arm, taking her to the door. She ran to keep up with me, shaking her head vigorously the entire time.
“I can’t give up on her.”
I swiftly turned towards her. Those blue-green eyes peered up at me, unwavering. Strong. Without question. Heather needed to save her sister, but it was more than that. It was about feeling needed.
Her sister may have been miserable, hating life,despisingit. But she had sustenance. Shelter. And fear that would swallow her whole, if she let it.
“You may not like what you find,” I said.
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” she said, trying to smile.
I tightened my grip on her shoulder and took her through the doors. We weaved in and out of the equipment, darting around single tails and suspension rigs. I jerked her harder, daring her to stop and stare at anyone around us, but she followed closely behind me. We found Lily near the spanking bench. Lily had a weakness for protecting others and had been useful when I had first started Veil Security Services.
Lily straightened when she saw me. “Zaid,” she said. The neat bun she had worn earlier was distressed now, after a scene. She finished putting a black flogger into her partner’s duffel bag. “I see you met my new friend.”
“Thanks for the dress,” Heather said.
“Escort her out,” I said. Lily waited for an explanation, the reasoning behind the banishment. Had Heather done something to deserve this treatment?
No. But she was not safe here.
“Do I need to repeat myself?” I asked. Lily shook her head.
I went to the staircase, leading up to the voyeurist balcony that surrounded the edges of the dungeon. Though it was not off-limits to guests, few attendees found their way onto the wrap-around walkway. I could observe and enforce, without interfering.
Lily, an arm linked with Heather, led her to the exit. Good.
I watched the play below with passive interest. I knew the faces, most of the names. We had all been attending these events for years, but I hadn’t participated in any public play in some time. My desire to dominate a strong, eager woman, yearned inside of me. But I buried myself in visions of revenge, images of taking Eric’s final breath clouded my desire. But tonight was different. Someone had changed that.
A new face. Two eyes that glowed like blue stars on a cold night. Heather.
Watching Heather from the surveillance cameras earlier, gathering the courage to go inside, I knew she wasn’t any tourist or fresh player. She was here for a different reason. When I sent Lily to fetch her, I watched as the two of them interacted. Heather was accommodating, but she needed answers. Was willing to do what it took.
I had the urge to dangle those answers in front of her. Beckoning her with honey.
If the others found out who she was, it wouldn’t be long before she was hurt by them, or me. I would only be too willing to make her tremble under my grasp.
I rested my hands on the rails. My boots creaked on the metal walkway. I watched a couple, a man and a woman, the man kneeling before her, the heel of her stiletto resting on the man’s cheek, piercing it. I imagined Heather, on her knees before me, those blue, almost green eyes, staring back at me. Waiting.
I was close. Retribution was at my fingertips. Which was why it was important for Heather to leave.
The woman kicked, her heel striking the man’s face in a dark streak. He fell back, quickly regaining his position on his knees. The image of Heather, her brown hair layered around her shoulders, touching the ground, as she struggled in my rope, made my cock stir.
She was the kind of woman that a dominant found hard to resist. Independent. Willing to do anything. The kind of woman Eric would like. As evidenced by her sister.
Heather could be a decoy. A plant. The appearance of a gift, given by a stranger for a long refusal of an audience. By me.
I was no stranger, but Eric would find that out.
But to put Heather, who was a stranger to me, in that position, would make her vulnerable. And while her sister may have been one of his, Heather was not. She was honest. Honest to a fucking fault. She did not deserve the ruin it would bring her.
It was merciful to make her leave. An offer. The rage inside of me would destroy someone like her. Her dedication to her sister was nothing like I had seen, not even when I still had my mother. The resistance to lies. The absolute resolution to save her sister.
I imagined bringing Heather to her knees.
On the far side of the room, the door to the dungeon opened. Lily returned, her hands flinging in the air. A few friends greeted her. Lily was alone.
