“I did want to draw to your attention the rules of the club since Star disobeyed them. As the winning bidder, you will be allowed to discipline her.”
What?
“All in due time. She will learn about my rules.”
“Yes, I’m certain. However, there are also rules of the house. Her first round of discipline will be handled prior to the paperwork of ownership presented to you,” Lucifer told him.
Paperwork of ownership?
“The girls are told this up front. Any infraction such as attempting to escape will result in harsh punishment. As her owner, you have the honor of providing her with what could be the first of many lessons.”
I’d drifted all the way into theTwilight Zone. There was no other explanation for this horror that was unfolding.
“You’re out of your mind.” The words slipped from my mouth before I could stop them.
“Enough!” Lucifer barked. “Or I will discipline you myself. I apologize, but apparently, not enough time was spent with her prior to deeming her ready for the circuit. If you’d liketo reconsider your bid, I would completely understand. I’ll be happy to have her trained.”
“Nonsense,” my purchaser said, laughing in a dark, husky voice that should repulse me instead of creating a series of tingles dancing down my arms and the backs of my legs. His voice was seductive, alluring in a way reserved for late night DJs and actions stars when forced to handle a sex scene. “Nothing a spanking can’t cure. I will be happy to handle that myself, Lucifer.”
What? A spanking?
I took a step away, immediately running into something hard and huge.
“Excellent. My thoughts exactly,” Lucifer said, holding out his hand as if the man had just purchased an expensive sports car. “I believe I’ve determined the right name for you when enjoying time inside the club. The Hunter. Yes, that suits you.”
This wasn’t theTwilight Zone, but something more ominous.
“Please, avail yourself to our varied selection of disciplinary implements. I’m certain you can find something that will appease your sadistic needs.”
“I’m certain I will. Now, as far as fulfilling the requirements of this contract, where will this be occurring?”
What was he talking about? Yes, Steven had mentioned that our purchasers might be tasting the merchandise, but I hadn’t fully understood what he’d been getting at. Either that or I’d believed somehow, I would manage to get out of the trap.
Something snapped inside of me and I tried to run toward the door once again, even though I knew it was useless.
I was captured with ease, Hunter’s arm wrapped around my waist. He even lifted me off my feet as he held me against his chest. The scent of sandalwood and citrus, exotic spices and a touch of the deep woods on a spring day filtered into my senses. Almost immediately, my heart fluttered. Knowing I was attracted to him in any way disgusted me.
Fisting my hair, he swung me around to face him, immediately giving me a stern look. When I struggled again, he pressed his face into my neck, whispering into my ear. It wasn’t anything that I’d expected.
“Just do what I say and stop fighting me. I’m going to get you out of here, Reese.”
Reese. He knew my name. Instantly paralyzed, I clawed his shirt, shuddering in his hold.
“You will have your hands full, Hunter. I’ll show you to the viewing room. Take all the time you need. Remember, you will be watched.”
Watched.
This was a test.
Who the hell was this man and what did he mean by getting me out of here?
Hunter kept a firm hold on my arm and when I tried one more time to fight him, he dug his fingers into my skin. A deep vibe swept through me, a sense of realizing that he might be my only way out.
Still terrified, I was lightheaded as I was led from the room, cognizant that not only were we being followed by several of thesame masked thugs who’d watched every movement the women had made, but that Lucifer was watching us intently.
The reality had yet to completely settle in even as we entered another room, one I’d yet to see. Immediately, I was thrown by the appearance. There were various BDSM apparatuses. A St. Andrew’s cross, some sort of bench. Oh, my God. A spanking bench. I’d seen enough pictures on the internet to know what I was seeing. Even a stockade.
There were tables, a plush chair, and a bed with a red velvet headboard. Were they producing porn flicks as well as every other atrocity?
