“Nah. I dig it, too.” Seth laughed, as they jogged the path through the clear, crystal night.
Minutes later, St. Merciless General came into view. They removed their eyewear again the moment they stepped inside. The space was well-lit, clinical, and sterile, lined with cabinets and one narrow closet. The sharp antiseptic scent hit Beck’s nostrils, so familiar he’d swear he was about to step into the operating room. A hospital gown was draped over a padded exam table complete with stirrups and cuffs. A metal stand held a tray containing condoms and lube, along with rubber gloves, a silver speculum, bottles of alcohol, cotton gauze, and a package of play-worthy needles.
“You hiding in here, little girl?” Beck called.
Total silence.
Seth checked the narrow closet near the door. “You know, I’m surprised you picked vascular surgery over gynecology.”
“I didn’t ever want pussy to get boring.” Beck, who had been methodically opening cabinets, slammed the last one shut. “She’s not here.”
Seth glanced around one final time. “You’re right. Let’s head out.”
Back under the moonlight, they donned their lenses again.
Unease crawled under Beck’s skin as they trekked to The Ministry of Sin. The moment they stepped inside the church-like structure, his stomach rolled.
Organ music played softly from overhead speakers. The massive space stretched before them—a long aisle bisecting rows of wooden pews. At the front, four stairs led to a wide altar where massive golden candelabras stood beside a slab of pristine marble, carved to cradle a body and draped in white silk. More pews encircled the slab for voyeuristic pleasure. Rolls of silk rope and a transparent gossamer gown waited on a golden tray alongside the obligatory condoms, lube, and anal plugs.
Memories of Zach recounting how, as a boy, their twisted father had forced him to watch while he violated his child bride Blessing—and Beck’s first crush—on their “wedding night.”
His stomach pitched violently. “I-I can’t stay here. If you find Heavenly, just…bring her out. We’ll decide where else to take her.”
On the front steps, Beck filled his lungs with cool night air and fought back the nausea. Through the open doorway, he watched Seth methodically search the pews.
“Heavenly, if you’re in here, show yourself.” Seth’s voice echoed in the vast space. “We can’t do this here.”
Nothing.
Seth gave the place one more cursory search before closing the door behind him. He met Beck’s stare and shook his head.
“Thank fuck.” Beck dragged a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry for freaking out. It’s just?—”
“You don’t have to explain. I was having flashbacks, too. Not like yours. Mine were of every Sunday growing up, pulling at the tie strangling my neck and listening to a solid hour of mass in Latin while sitting, standing, kneeling, standing, sitting, kneeling, sitting, kneeling… You get the picture.”
“So the thought of fucking in a ‘church’ doesn’t turn you on either, huh?”
“About as much as a prostate exam,” Seth quipped as they pulled on their goggles again and headed down another lit path. “So…the Headmaster’s Office or Obedience Corral?”
“Let’s try the BDSM barn first. It would be a golden opportunity for us to teach her about new styles of play.”
“Exactly.” Seth tipped his chin toward the rustic building on the next rise. “Maybe she’ll be here so you can dish out some pain.”
“I’ll dish out plenty of pleasure, too…eventually. And don’t tell me you wouldn’t enjoy lighting up her sexy ass.”
“I would,” Seth conceded. “But…I also don’t hate the idea of interrogating our girl in the Headmaster’s Office.”
Same, but… “I just want to find her and get her all kinds of filthy.”
Anticipation spiking, Beck eased open the door of the weather-worn barn. As he entered beside Seth, their jaws dropped. Heat flared through his veins. This wasn’t a musty old service building, but a pervert’s paradise.
A massive black gothic four-poster bed dominated the center of the room, topped with a thick blood-red tufted leather mattress that matched the walls. Silver cuffs dangled from O-rings attached to the frame. A sexy red leather corset and shiny red stilettos sat atop a black padded bondage table near the bed. Mirrors lined the ceiling and warm hardwoods covered the floor. One wall displayed an impressive array of paddles, whips, floggers, crops, quirts, and every other impact implement imaginable. Along another, various weights and textures of rope lay coiled on hooks. A polished St. Andrew’s cross stood in one corner, a thickly padded bondage table in the other, with a padded spanking bench positioned between them. On a table, he found rows of vibrators, anal plugs, and nipple clamps of all varieties.
Beck squeezed his throbbing cock as he began searching for her. “We need a room like this at home.”
Seth did the same as he explored the interior. “Totally. We’ll have to soundproof it, though. Don’t want to scare the neighbors.”
“Just imagine all the agony and ecstasy we could heap on her anytime we want…”
