Leith swallowed back the bile rising. No. He couldn’t do this. His hands went to the armrests to help him stand when Keeley was led into the room in chains. “Holy fuck.”
An attendant locked her in place to the wall. She was wearing barely more than a bikini and was sexy as sin. Her breasts were perfect size for a tiny girl. Leith licked his lips, those tits were exactly a mouthful. He sat in rapt fascination as Braxton entered the room. Keeley’s arousal and fear were obvious by her heaving chest. Her eyes were downcast. Braxton approached her with a wide leather band in his hand. “Bend your head forward.”
Keeley complied as he tied a blindfold around her. Out of nowhere he produced a flogger and began to strike soft locations all over her body. The pink coloring was enticing. Leith couldn’t deny that. Braxton used a cat-o-nine tails next, but it wasn’t one meant for playing. No, this motherfucker was rigged to cause a lot of pain. Leith shot up from the chair. “Sit the fuck down, big boy,” Ms. Jones hissed.
“Tell that motherfucker to stop before I go in there and use that horrid thing on his ass.”
“She has a safeword.”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass. I’m the one who calls the shots, not her.”
“Enough said.” She pushed a button on the inside of his armrest and Braxton turned with heat in his gaze. He nodded and placed the wicked whip on the table.
Leith’s eyes widened when he grabbed a cane. Before a word could escape his lips, Braxton struck Keeley hard enough to cause her body to try and ball up for protection. In her state, though, she wasn’t able to and took that blow full-on in her upper abs. Leith saw her tears as the son of a bitch struck her again. Fuck protocol. He was up and at the door, forcing it open. Security was on him in an instant. “KEELEY,” he screamed.
My God that hurt. Breathe through it, Kee. Just breathe, she told herself. She couldn’t see what was coming next but heard Braxton’s heavy breathing. He yanked her head back by her hair hard enough that she thought for sure he pulled a clump out. His erection was throbbing against her stomach as he groaned, “You’re fucking amazing.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“God…I want to fuck that mouth of yours until you’re choking and fighting to live.”
Somewhere deep inside she knew how wrong that was. How demented. Yet she couldn’t deny, she was wet from the visual.
With his body blocking all eyes, Braxton crossed a line he’d never thought to cross before and jammed his finger past the barely-there panties, finger fucking the hell out of her cunt. He heard her cry out, but not in pleasure. “RED!”
“What? I beat the shit out of you and you never used a safeword. But I want to make you come as a reward, and you do?” he hissed in her ear.
Keeley turned her head away from him. “Nothing sexual was our agreement,” she murmured.
“Fine. But I will fuck this,” he grabbed her mound hard, “one way or another.”
She swallowed back her fear as his words triggered another night from her past. Her screams were so loud the club became silent. Keeley was inconsolable as they took the manacles off her. Leith was allowed in, but he couldn’t seem to calm her either. Ms. Jones asked him, “May I try?” He nodded consent.
She leaned into Keeley and began to whisper soothing words like you would a child. “You’re okay. No one is going to hurt you. Shhh…he’s gone now.”
Why would those words work for her and not him, Leith wondered until it registered. A woman’s voice and touch were needed, not a man’s. They left the room and walked into a lounge area where Ms. Jones carefully dressed Keeley, while Leith stood guard. Holy hell. What would they tell Tar? Keeley had some nasty bruises and welts, and how would they explain her state of mind?
Keeley came back from the place she thought she’d never revisit again. Braxton’s threat brought back how her virginity was stolen by that motherfucker, David, when she was seventeen. Date rape. Though she’d never told a soul, Lacey pieced it together. She needed the fuck out of there and a shower. “I want to leave,” she told Ms. Jones.
“Of course. My driver is waiting.”
Leith put his arm around her shoulders, but she pushed it off. “Don’t touch me.”
“Okay.” Dammit. This was fucked up six ways to Sunday, and he couldn’t figure out what excuse he was going to give Tar.
In Leith’s car, on the way back to E and Lacey’s penthouse, Keeley finally spoke, “Not a fucking word to Tar or anyone else about what happened tonight,” she hissed.