The Club (7 page)

Roxanne

I finish up in the restroom. I swear I’m going to have to start wearing panty liners around this guy. I make my way out of my private bathroom and immediately see the FBI agent. This is just great. I know he is going to try and talk to me. Now that I’m aware he is FBI, I can’t help but wonder if he knows that I have been forced into my marriage with Antonio Wayne. A fleeting thought of telling him so I can escape goes through my mind but I’m not a rat and like I told Antonio Wayne, if I leave, it will be on my own terms.

As soon as I think about talking to him to escape my plight, I remember that my best friend is in the hands of Antonio Wayne’s brother, Ricardo. He is a high-ranking Colombian official down in Guatemala and he has enough power to cause her major problems. I, of all people, know the laws in a third world country are subject to change with power and money; her captor, Ricardo, has both.

“Hello, Roxanne,” he sheepishly says. “I came to see you.”

His innocent act isn’t fooling me one damn bit. I also note that he is talking to me like he knows me. He’s trying to build a rapport.

“Oh, how thoughtful, you’re trying to get me killed,” I state and roll my eyes for good measure.

He laughs, “You’re funny, Roxanne.” He hands me his card and says, “I want you to call me. Hide this little card and call me if you ever need to talk to someone you can trust.”

Never going to fucking happen.

Though I have no intentions of calling the man my husband has dubbed
FBI guy
, I stick his card in my clutch and brush past him. As I come out of the hallway, I notice the bartender is whispering something to Antonio Wayne. I make my way to the booth and down a shot that’s sitting on the table. As I turn to go to the bar, Antonio nods his head, telling me to sit, and he directs the bartender to bring us more drinks.

He sets two packages down on the table as the bartender sets our drinks down.

“I brought you a present and here you are trapped in the hallway with a man again? Did your secret admirer give you his phone number?”

“No,” I lie.

“Tsk, tsk, no opening your presents until you tell me the truth. You are such a liar,” he says. “I’m giving you one more chance.” He stares at me intently as I debate what to do. “Tick, tock, tick, tock,” he taunts. He observes my eyes as they reflexively dart towards my clutch. “What’s it going to be, Roxanne?”

“Yes,” I mumble.

He raises his brow and eyes me, “Excuse me, I didn’t hear you.” He heard me. He is just being an ass.

“You heard me, Antonio,” I growl.

He grabs my clutch, snickering as he removes the card.

“I’m jealous,” he growls as he roughly squeezes my leg, almost causing me to scream out. I bite my lip and shake my head trying to ward off the pain.

“You know what, Tony? If you can have more than one lover, then so can I.” I will regret making that statement…

Fuck! Why did I say that? I know for a fact he hasn’t been with any of his women since he married me. Am I jealous? Am I lashing out because of it? Damn, why did I say that?!?

Antonio Wayne

I wait until we get home to deal with her. As soon as we get through the door, I grab her ass and all but drag her down to the dungeon. She is screaming and kicking like a fucking hellcat and I’m loving every minute of it. With one hand, I grab her wrists and place her in the manacles hanging from a thick chain attached to the ceiling.

I grab the knife in my pocket and with one touch of a button the switchblade springs free.

“I’m sorry, Tony. I shouldn’t have… pleeeeze.”

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re terrified, Roxanne.”

I take the blade and run it over her breastbone. “I wouldn’t move if I was you, girl. You really fucked up telling me you want to fuck another man.” I have no intentions of fucking another woman but I’m not telling her that.

“Tony, please, you’re scaring the shit out of me.”

The blade slices through the front of her dress like hot butter and then I rip off the pasties she’s wearing, sucking and licking the burn away. She looks so fucking good strung up in my dungeon and at my mercy.

“You are so fucking beautiful and you’re all mine.” My knife slices through her underwear with one rapid swipe and I bend to remove her shoes. She can barely touch her toes to the floor.

“Tony, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

I lean in and whisper in her ear, “Too late, kitten… too fucking late.”

“Tony, please…”

“That’s Master to you, girl.” She clams up like a fucking shell. She might be too proud to say it now but by the time I’m finished with her, I won’t just be her Master, I’ll be her whole fucking world. Her begging once again interrupts my thoughts.

“Tony, please…”

“All that begging you’re doing is making my cock hard.”

I grab the back of her neck, fisting her long auburn hair, and pull her towards me. I place the switchblade at her throat, applying enough pressure to scare her but being careful not to cut her. My knife is kept at a razor’s edge—always ready for my enemies…

“There is no fucking way you’re getting away with that. You need discipline, Roxanne.” I cock my head when I say it. Staring into her tearstained face, she truly mesmerizes me. I let her go and the chain swings causing her to kick her feet.

“Belt or paddle?”

“No, Tony.”

“I think the paddle because you’re swinging too much and I don’t want to bruise those precious kidneys of yours. I’ll just have to wrap my big strong arm around your waist to hold you in place so I can strike that pretty little ass of yours with precision. I don’t want to do anything to hurt you so badly you aren’t here with me. I listen to her sobs as I go to a place on the wall where various implements, paddles in all shapes and sizes, are hung. I grab a long one, with holes bored through it, and make my way over to her. She begins screaming and kicking her feet in anticipation.

Saying that she should be able to sleep around went through me like a hot poker. I know that she thinks I am fucking around with the dancers but the truth is that since I have taken her captive, I haven’t so much as touched one of my other women.

“Please, Antonio, I’m sorry.” I can see the fear in her eyes and it awakens the beast within me. My cock hardens as tears continue to stream down her face. I grab firmly around her midsection to hold her still. I meant what I said about not wanting to harm her. My hand comes down with lightning speed and I deliver three consecutive strikes on her ass. She’s sobbing uncontrollably now. I don’t give a fuck; it’s turning me on. I get right in her tearstained, snot dripping face and hiss.

“You listen to me and you listen good, girl. I am a dark, twisted, and very fucked up man. Do you know what a sadist is? I don’t give her time to answer. “I enjoy inflicting pain on women. Now granted, I have access to women that enjoy that side of my dark psyche but you, little girl, are treading on very dangerous ground. You are awakening a monster. If you feed that monster, there will be no possibility of caging the beast.”

I release her from the manacles and toss her onto the dungeon’s bed so that she lands on all fours. I have to quickly grab her ankles as she attempts to scurry away.

“You better not move. Stay!” She’s always fighting. No wonder she chose professional cage fighting to make a living.

I palm her lower back and roughly grab her hips, plunging into her until I’m as deep as I can go. My cock jumps as she emits a growl from somewhere deep in her chest cavity.

She is screaming out, clawing at the sheets and telling me that she is going to come. I smack down sharply on her ass and feel her explode from the inside out. I can feel her clamping down on my cock, milking me. This girl is the best piece of ass I have ever encountered. I’ll be damned if I am ever going to let her go, much less let her fuck another man.

“Don’t ever tell me you’ll sleep with another man!” I pull out of her and flip her over, grabbing her face and forcing her to look at me. “Next time, I’ll electrocute you! Do you believe me?” I purposely say it in baby talk just to piss her off.

“Yes, Tony, I really do believe you…”

Roxanne

I roll over and feign sleep as Tony sits up to smoke a cigarette and talk to me. The things he is saying are shocking to me.

   “Oh Roxanne, you’re my favorite. I won’t hurt you if you’re good and I won’t leave any scars unless I’m branding you. Don’t ever screw around on me though! These women are my job. You though, you little vixen, you little thief, every day, you steal more of me.”

I fall asleep with his words repeating over and over in my head. What damaged him so badly that his form of love is obsession? What damaged me so badly that I’m intrigued by it? How is it that I find myself being pulled further and further into his web by his overly possessive nature?

The son of a bitch is falling in love with me—or obsession. It’s so fucked up that the crazier and more obsessed he becomes around me, the more I find myself falling for him. He hasn’t been with any of his other women since I’ve been here and I can’t help but wonder if it’s going to cause problems with them. I also can’t help the feelings of jealousy that rise up at the thought of him touching them.