Sweet Surrender (37 page)

Doing a once over on all files, and bloody happy that all files were one there, he eventually crashed on his couch. He couldn’t even make it to his truck to drive to Chantal’s house. He felt bad in a way since he had never rung her back as to why he had not turned up at her place, but she would understand once he told her what had happened.

He was on his way towards her place, after he had stopped off at his for a shower and change of clothes. He had also grabbed his bag so he would have several spare clothes at her place, but was leaving them in the truck. He didn’t want to keep going back and forth between his and hers needing clothes.

Several times late last night and early this morning he wanted to call her, but every time he picked up his phone to do just that, either Lee Anne or Rachel had come close to finding the files, but after inspecting what they had found, it wasn’t what they were looking for.

His phone had eventually died around 2 a.m. this morning. He really hoped that Chantal hadn’t rung him or sent a text. He thought he had an extra charger at the office, but didn’t. He quickly made a stop off at the local pizza joint, before he pulled into her driveway.

Least he came bearing food, when he apologised for last night. Slipping in the spare key he had, he walked into her house. “Chantal.”

The whole house was quiet, except the humming of the fridge in the kitchen. Placing the pizza down on the bench, he walked down the hallway calling out her name again.

When he walked into her room, it looked like a bomb had hit it. There were clothes thrown everywhere. He couldn’t even make out the bed, there was that many. After checking in the bathroom, he then moved out and looked around the rest of the house. Well, it was obvious that she wasn’t home. Glancing at the clock on the wall, he saw that it was 6: 42 p.m. He should have called her earlier, but was way too tired and didn’t wake up till late afternoon That was the first time he had ever really had a sleep in, and he was glad that the office was closed today.

Walking back into the kitchen, he placed the pizza in the fridge; least they had something to eat later on, once she got back. As he walked past the bench, he noticed a note sitting there. Curious, he lifted it up and read it.

Dominic,

Can’t wait for tonight, I will be waiting patiently for you in the club. Just the memory of you there in that club as I saw you last time, had me so wet for you, I nearly came just from that thought, alone.

Please don’t leave me waiting too long for you; I’m ready to explode now. I want exactly what you did to that girl that night. Text me when you are close, I have a surprise for you before you walk in.

Chantal.

Well damn!
He re-read the note. The thought of her wet and waiting for him had his cock standing at attention. Fixing his jeans, making it more comfortable to walk, he started putting down the note when he realised she had said
club
.

Picking it back up, he wondered what club she was talking about. The only one that he knew was Inquisition. There was no way she was going there after what happened last time, right? He knew about the party there tonight, it was invite only. Tonight was going to be the heavier stuff then what she had seen last time. Damn, tonight was for all the top dogs that were coming in, this was not for the faint hearted, at all.

He was really hoping she was not talking about tonight. And if she was, he hoped it was some other club that she went to, not his. Even if it was his club, how the hell was she going to get in? Those tickets alone cost $2000 and you had to be a member for more than five years to join that exact party.

Running outside, he pulled his bag out, went back inside, and dressed in his leathers. He was that he already had that bag in his truck. He stomped towards the door, and as he passed the calendar near the clock in entry, he looked over and there, written on today’s date, was
Inquisition
—in red, circled.

“Fuck!”

She was already there. Goddamn this was fucked up, for sure. Why the hell was she going to the club, tonight of all nights? There was no way she was getting in. Jesus, if she wanted to go to the club, all she had to do was ask and he would have taken her there.

If she got inside, the people in the room would eat her alive. It wasn’t her scene, and she had no clue as to how everything worked. They never got that far. Tonight, was one of those nights that Doms found their subs, claimed them for their own. It was stipulated on the invite. All Doms and subs came looking for their perfect half, if they were there.

Shit!
As he screeched out of her driveway, towards the club, he really hoped that when he walked through those front doors, he would not find her in there. He was praying, which he hadn’t done since he was younger, that she had gone somewhere completely different as to where he was heading right now.

C
hantal strolled through the doors of Inquisition, and lost her breath all together. It was set up completely different than it was the previous night she had come. More cages hanging from the ceiling, the cross that she was going to try was still in the same spot, and a whipping post, or so she guessed, was on the other stage as well as some other sort of contraption. She did not know that her own legs had walked her closer to the stage with this thing on it. A girl was laying forward over it, wrists and ankles tied to it, at the base.

Someone slide up behind her, lightly tracing their finger along her skirt, until lingering along the top of it at her back. They were breathing against her neck, and she felt the warmth radiating from them. An arm wrapped around her, and pulled her flush against a hard body. She tried to turn around but was stopped. She ran her fingertips along the arm. Then they moved closer to the stage and up the stairs, standing right near the thing that now looked like a horse, with no head.

She watched as the girl was removed from it. She wanted to see his face and tried turning around, but was stopped yet again. Why was he not letting her see him? Was this some kind of game? Well, she could play. He pushed her forward and over the device. There wasn’t a doubt she trusted her life to him, but they had never talked more about what she wanted in this.

But she was willing to give it a go, just for him. He knew her safe word, all she had to do was use that exact word if she felt uncomfortable, or it was too much for her to handle. As her ankles were strapped in, someone else did her wrists, and before she could look up at Dom, another strap went over her back, securing her to it.

Her breathing picked up, feeling a little out of place, as the device spun around and she faced the crowd. Now she was nervous in front of all these people. All thoughts went out the window as his hand came down hard on her ass, causing her to moan out at the contact. Her ass cheek burned from the slap, but it had also awakened something deep inside of her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as a male stepped up and walked over towards her and stopped right in front of her, looking down. Raising her eyes as best she could, her gaze travelled over and up his body. For some reason every male in the room tonight was alpha male material. She gulped as he knelt down to her level. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Chantal,” he said, as his fingers reached up and traced over her cheek, lightly.

Well, obviously, he knew her name, but she had absolutely no idea who he was. Maybe he knew Dom?

“Who are you?” she questioned.

A slap, harder than the first, landed on the opposite side of her ass as his other hand slid under and traced over her thong, between her ass cheeks.

The guy in front of her had the nerve to laugh at her. “Sorry, sweetheart. No hard feelings. I didn’t know that you were new to all this.”

“Everyone has to start somewhere don’t they?” she growled.

Her skirt lifted all of a sudden, and something other than a hand landed hard. Damn it. That one really did hurt. His hand rubbed over the spot, sending tingles through her body. Instead of that slap bringing her libido down, it spiked to the high heavens.

“Temper, temper. That won’t get you anywhere, Chantal,” he chided as his hand shot over her back, and ripped her top away from her body. She gasped as the material fell from her body, her breasts hanging freely for everyone in the room to see her. Though, at some point she had been turned, as she no longer faced the crowd, she was still blushing. She hadn’t been topless in a long time, and the only time she had ever done that was at the beach.

Thinking back as to why he never actually answered her question, Dom’s voice popped into her head. ‘
You will call me sir when we are in your room, or mine and also at the club.’

Ok, now she got it, she hoped. “Sir, who are you?” She panted as the fingers crept slowly down her naked spine till they were lightly tracing over the top of her thong.

“Very good. My name is Kristof. It would have been nice to meet you before he did, but I’m sure I’ll find my angel here somewhere, enjoy your night, Chantal.”

She watched as he rose and walked down the stage away from her. Was she missing something that was happening tonight? Dom would have said something by now if there were, she hoped. His hand that lay on her back ripped the thong away from her, making her moan as the material pulled against her engorged clit.

Her legs were pushed further apart, well as far as they would go, and something hard and cold slid between her legs, gliding against her opening. Oh God, what was he doing to her?

The sight and sound in the room disappeared as she concentrated on what he was doing to her body. The object slid into her with ease as she was dripping wet for him. His hips came in contact with her ass, forcing whatever he was using deeper into her. She writhed against the restraints but to no avail. They did not loosen. She wanted to touch him, taste him, do whatever popped in her head to do to him, but she couldn’t and stayed where she was, taking whatever he gave to her willingly.

Her core clenched around it as his hips moved against her. She could feel his erection as he drove it harder into her. As he twisted one way and then the next, she was ready to explode.  The device that she was attached to swung around, facing the crowd again. At this point, she did not care who was watching her as he did whatever he wanted. She was willing, and she didn’t care where they were.

Hearing a zipper from behind her, she wanted to watch him but every time she tried to move his way, the straps pulled tighter around her wrists and ankles. The slight pain from it heightened her pleasure at what was going to happen, very soon.

She shivered as he rubbed the blunt head of his erection against her opening and wanted nothing more than for him to push inside of her where she wanted him most. Pushing back against him as much as she could, which was hard, she received a hard slap on her ass.

“Don’t.”

She froze. The gravelly voice behind her didn’t sound right. It did not sound like him at all. There was a commotion near the front entrance, from where she was she couldn’t see what was going on, but the voices over there were getting louder and louder over the music and voices in the room.

“Ready,” he asked from behind. She started shaking her head at him. His body bent forward, and he spoke against her ear. “Once I’m inside of you, you will be mine, and only mine, bitch.” He growled at her, as he slowly moved his hips forward.

As she felt the head of his cock enter her, the crowd standing right in front of her parted, and there standing in between them all was Dominic. And he looked pissed as hell. If he was standing there now, who the hell was behind her, pushing inside of her? Her stomach rolled and vile rose in her throat as she watched Dom stop walking towards her. His eyes never leaving hers, his fists clenched at the side of him. No one in the room said a word; even the music had stopped play at what was happening.

But the guy behind her didn’t. He kept moving forward. Dom shook his head at her, turned around, and left, just like that. Leaving her there just like he did the first night she was in the club. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at his back while he disappeared through the doors. Frantically, she pulled at the bounds, which were tightening around her wrists and not loosening. She couldn’t even voice her safe word for the idiot behind her, and she glanced around the room looking for anyone to help her get down.

His hands gripped her hips as he moved back, ready to enter her all the way, just as Joey came running into the club, and stopped when he glanced her way. Breathing a sigh of relief, whoever behind her stopped completely as Joey approached them, a frown covering his face.

“Chantal.”

“I need to get out of this. I need to find Dom,” she cried.

The guy behind her tightened his grip on her hips, digging his fingers into her skin, causing her to gasp at the pain. That was so going to leave bruises on her hips.

“She isn’t going anywhere. She came up here willingly, if she did not want to be claimed tonight, she shouldn’t have come. But since she is here and not with anyone, she is mine.”

Joey launched himself towards him, knocking him on his ass. “Don’t bother getting up, and for your information she is claimed, dickhead.”

Joey removed the restraints around her wrists and then moved to her ankles. Being on the devise so long had her legs feeling like jelly, from the position she was in. She wobbled as she stood up, and Joey quickly removed his jacket to cover her naked body. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, he pulled her into the heat of his body.

She finally got a good look at the guy on the ground, and gasped in air. Her whole body gave a shiver at seeing him on the ground. She could not believe that it was that guy behind her, ready to take her. It made her sick to her stomach that she nearly allowed him inside of her. She honestly thought it was Dom, not the guy from the first night at the club, who abused the girl in line.

How could she have been so wrong? She needed to get out of the club, find Dom, and explain everything to him. She didn’t understand completely, he got the invite for her, but why didn’t he take her to the club, or meet her at the door? Or, damn she could go on and on, but she didn’t want to think any more about it.