“This little cunt” —he pointed at Cleo— “walked in on me. I have a certain right to privacy for the amount I pay.”
Cleo flattened her lips, ignoring the insulting slur.I’ve been called worse.She was more interested in his comment. It wasn’t known to the clients, but everyone working at the motel knew there were cameras inside and out. It may not look like much, but the security was top notch. Cypher and the MC ensured everyone’s safety.
“You come?” Gent asked. His tone was the essence of calm, which was the opposite of the current mood in the room.
“No, I didn’t fucking come!”
“Well” —Gent sighed— “then we need to make sure you leave a happy customer. Tell you what? I think I have the perfect solution. Since our sweet girl over here ruined your date, I’m gonna let you watch her punishment.” Gent eyed Cleo, wiggling his brows. “Some people get off on that shit. I, myself, am notopposed to hearing the sweet scream of pain as long as all parties come at the end.” He turned back to the client. “You game?”
He furrowed his brows, glancing over at Cleo. His eyes trailed the length of her body, lingering on her breasts. She could see the wheels turning in his mind as a small smile emerged.
“I think a spanking will teach her a lesson. Take her over my lap, beat her ass until it’s a beautiful ripe shade of pink. I’ll even use the belt.” Gent’s voice deepened into a sultry tone, wrapping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his side. “And to show how much we’re all about customer service here, I’ll give you first shot at her ass.”
“Gent,” she muttered, trying to wiggle from his hold, but Gent tightened his grip.
“Shhh, darlin, the men are talking,” Gent said.
Cleo tightened her lips, clenching her teeth.No, not this again.Gent slid his fingers over her arm, and she trembled. Cleo was aware of how it looked to Melissa’s client. She was clearly an unwilling participant, and he was going to get off on that.
Disgusting pervert!
“What do you say?”
The client grinned, practically salivating. “Is she a screamer?”
Cleo flattened her lips. It was an unoriginal response. She’d heard it before. Men who took pleasure in others’ pain. It was certainly a kink, and if both adults were consenting, who was she to pass judgement? However, this was entirely different.
“We’re about to find out.” Gent lifted his chin to the door. “We got a special building we use to keep our girls in line.”
The client smirked, eyeing Cleo again, and started to the door. Gent dropped his hand down her arm and clasped her hand. Cleo resisted slightly, but Gent refused to loosen his grip. She turned to Cypher, pleading, “Cypher!”
He snickered, and lifted his chin, gesturing for her to follow Gent. “Go.”
Dammit!
Cleo reluctantly trailed behind Gent. On the opposite side ofthe motel, there was a two-room wooden bunker. Cleo wasn’t sure the main purpose of the room, but she’d been in it a few times. It always ended in the same result.
“Gent,” she whispered. It was a last-ditch effort for him to reconsider. It had never worked in the past, but still she tried.
He glanced back at her, winked, and lengthened his steps. She had to hurry to keep pace. Gent opened the door and the client walked inside. He didn’t even hesitate.
Begrudgingly, Cleo walked in and skirted to the side as Gent locked the door. He moved to the center of the room near the man.
“You ready?” Gent asked.
The client looked over at Cleo with a twisted gleam in his eyes. “Yeah.”
Gent turned to Cleo with a feral glimmer. He slowly unbuckled his belt, releasing it through the loops, all the while keeping his gaze on her. He hooked the smooth end around his fist leaving the large buckle exposed.
“Then let’s begin.” Gent winked and turned around, whipping the belt back and swinging swiftly at the man. The client never saw it coming. He’d been too focused on Cleo with all his deranged thoughts running through his mind. Some might say he had what was coming to him.And maybe they’re right.But Cleo didn’t have a strong stomach or a desire to watch anyone suffer in pain. It hit too close to home.
Cleo spun around, facing the wall. She closed her eyes, blocking out the pained groans echoing off the walls. Ten seconds was too long. The wood floor creaked, and his arm brushed against hers. Cleo fluttered open her eyes. Gent was an inch away, expressionless.
“You want a shot, darlin’?” He held up his hand, and she saw the smeared blood covering the leather. Her stomach churned, and she darted her eyes to the wall.
“No,” she muttered.
Gent’s chuckle sounded in her ears, and his warm breath brushed across her cheek. “You sure?”
