Krystal Clear (Shattered Book 2) Page 12
So, probably against my better judgement, I was going to Sanctuary tonight and confront him. He needed to listen to me, before he threw me away. I hadn't told him, but I loved Derick Black, it would take a lot for me to be willing to let him go.
Krystal had helped me dress, both of us giggling at our idea of what a girl going to a club like that, would wear. I was quite a bit more exposed than I was used too. My dress was fire engine red with a cut down the front that reached my waist. My breasts, while not large, were perky, and showed their cleavage perfectly. The rest of the dress was flared over my hips so that it swished around my thighs in what, I thought, was a very sexy manner. I paired the dress with patent leather stilettos and a black leather choker, along with dramatic eye makeup and red lipstick just a shade darker than my dress. Krystal nodded approvingly, so I took a deep breath, and was ready to go.
Derick
I walked in the back door of the club, I didn't want anyone to know I was coming, except for Ven Law, the Dungeon Master. Ven had worked for the FBI as a profiler for years, until he became burnt out going into the minds of the evil, insane and frightening criminals the FBI went after. He took the job at Sanctuary because he was highly Dominant himself, but also because it gave him a chance to use his PhD in Psychology to counsel battered women and children for free. He had made a quiet name for himself with his success helping women who had been rescued from sex slavery. Ven was a perfect person to keep Sanctuary’s philosophy foremost in everyone's mind, “Do No Harm”.
I slipped into Ven’s office and smiled. His office was small, but immaculately clean and organized, just like Ven. He was dressed in his standard, sharply pressed, black suit pants and dress shirt with his collar open over the black brocade suit vest.
“So, Derick, came to finally check things out, huh?” He said.
“Yeah, Ven. Have you heard any more rumors about the sex ring we were talking about?”
Ven sighed, and said quietly, “Derick, I have, unfortunately. Do you remember Michael Brantley? He was vetted and cleared for membership about six months ago. The rumors seemed to have been started by him, and he evidently keeps pushing them further. He’s never chosen a submissive of his own, but he uses our staff or picks one of our unattached members. I haven't been able to find out where his information is coming from, even though I've asked staff to pay attention, but it seems he's only talking to members, not staff.”
“That’s a good start, Ven. Is he here tonight?”
“Yeah, I've got Master James keeping an eye on him. We have a newbie in the bar tonight, a real beauty in a sexy red dress. Brantley keeps hitting on her, you know that’s not going to happen. Master James is good with the baby subs, so he’ll whisk her away as soon as he needs to. The interesting thing is she got into the bar by using an invitation card of yours."
He turned the monitor so I could see the action at the bar. There was Master James, just then sliding in between a man, who must be Brantley, and a small beautiful woman in a sexy red dress, with blue eyes, dark curls and translucent creamy skin; Maeve was at the bar in my club, a place I never wanted her to be. Nor did I ever expect her to be there.
I turned abruptly and practically slammed the door open, and strode down the hallway and through the door into the bar. I put on my full Dom persona and walked up to James. “I'll take it from here, with her," I muttered. “Take Brantley to the office and ask Master Law to go over the rules regarding newbies.”
Then I turned to Maeve, and grabbed her wrist, with the white newbie wristband, and started pulling her toward the entrance. “You're going home right now, Maeve Donahue. I don't know why you're here, but there is no possible good reason. I'm taking you home and Sam can bring me back.”
Suddenly she stopped moving, and jerked her arm away from me. Her eyes were sparking fire, and the fury on her face was evident. God, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Then, she stepped forward, within inches of my nose, i could have kissed her by barely leaning over an inch. But she was furious, and she already had a plan of what she wanted to say.
She had to practically stand on tiptoes to do it, but she stuck her face right into my face and hissed, "Do you think I'm AFRAID of you? I will never be afraid of you. You think you're evil? Just bring it on, MASTER Black. You can't tell me what to do. You lost that right when you tried to throw me away.”
I was so tired of fighting my feelings for her. She was like a spitting kitten, braving the huge dog, to prove her strength. I couldn't help myself; I grabbed her around the waist and pressed her close to me. Then, I slid my hands down her perfectly rounded ass cheeks and roughly pulled her up so our mouths were on a level. I slanted my mouth over hers and cruelly pressed a hard kiss onto her, biting her lips as I did. She pulled her legs up and around my waist, as her arms encircled my neck. She relaxed suddenly and melted into me.
"You know what this place is, Maeve. No one comes here non-consensually. Do you want to stay, or go?