Dark (Beautiful Ashes #1)(36)
Nik sat in on the meeting in E’s office at one of his night clubs. This particular one also served as an elite BDSM club, the finest in the city, catering to its members. Mitch was there explaining who they were watching and needed intel on. Even was in full compliance. He offered the community a safe place to share their interests but never to anyone who was there against their will. Plus, he had zero tolerance for abuse, if he learned someone was crossing that line, he kicked them out and revoked their membership—banned forever. Too many used the lifestyle as a way to force their will on others. A Dominant should earn trust and cherish the gift given once received. E practiced what he believed wholeheartedly with his beloved wife and did not tolerate anything less from his patrons. Ever. E’s gaze told Nik he was disturbed by the information given to them.
“We’d like to use Keeley as a submissive looking for a new Dom,” Mitch updated. “Braxton is known for his sadism but, to our knowledge, has never had sex with any of his subs.”
“Is that normal?” Nik inquired.
E answered, “Nothing is normal in the lifestyle. It’s what works for each couple.”
“Okay, I feel ya. But why no sex?”
“Some prefer to keep sex out of it entirely.” E shrugged. “They get off on the power given to them, the pain, and how far they can push a sub beyond their limits. That’s the goal.”
“Yes,” Mitch intervened, “Braxton doesn’t have sex with willing subs, at least that’s what we’re investigating.”
“Mother fuck,” Nik blurted out.
Tar nodded emphatically. “From the reports, sick bastard likes his fuck buddies young. That’s why Keeley is perfect. She still looks a good five years younger than she is, plus she desires his other proclivity.”
“Gotcha,” Nik replied. “She can bring his two pastimes together.”
“Yup. But it’s dangerous,” Tar cautioned as he shot a warning glance to Mitch. “If we lose track of her, he could take her. And if she’s discovered as a mole, he would kill her.”
E whistled out, “Fucking A.”
Every man in the room was aware of what they were asking Keeley to do. She could be the catalyst that brought down one of the most influential and powerful sex slave trade cartels in the world. But could she do it? Was she able to deceive the wealthy business man? And how could they trust she wouldn’t voluntarily take what he offered? Tar especially worried if this was how he’d lose the woman he loved—forever.
Chapter Sixteen
Keeley entered the underground club taking in everything that she could. This was nothing like the legit ones she’d been to, and definitely not like her brother-in-law’s upscale club. No this was a hall of horrors. Actually bringing to the forefront of her mind the senator’s “play area.” She called that The Chamber of Doom. This was almost an exact replica, sending shivers up and down her spine. She was terrified, but, at the same time, fully aroused. What the hell? The setting had all the makings of a medieval dungeon. Racks and manacles, chains and whips, devices used on a body to inflict extreme pain. The screams were proof that shit harmed and maimed. Keeley knew she needed to leave until a voice stopped her. “Well, we meet again, my lovely.”
Braxton. Why the hell was he here? “Sir,” she whispered looking toward the floor.
He lifted her chin. “You are a sweet little thing.” He shot a glance at Leith. “May I play with her?”
Leith paused, horrified. He was in over his head. Ms. Jones nudged him in the ribs. “Yes,” he assuaged, wondering if he’d just signed Keeley’s death certificate.
Braxton grabbed Keeley’s arm and called, over his shoulder, “Ms. Jones will direct you to the viewing area.”
What the ever-loving fuck did he just agree to? “I’ll be there,” he forced out for Keeley’s benefit.
Ms. Jones looped her arm through his. “Right this way, Leith. I, for one, can’t wait to see what the girl has to offer.”
Leith studied her. Something about what she just said sounded off, fake. As if she were fully aware of Keeley’s abilities and was deliberately hiding it. How was that possible? “Lead the way,” he said, hiding his suspicion.
The stadium seating, like in a movie theater, truly was designed for viewing. Leith couldn’t wrap his brain around how many of those seats were filled. Ms. Jones led him to the front row where there was only one seat. He took it just as the music from the more public area played, “Welcome To The Jungle.” Damn if that wasn’t accurate. Ms. Jones tapped him on the shoulder and sat slightly to the left behind him. “Everything is in the pockets of your chair. Wipes for cleanup amongst a few aids for your pleasure.”