Claiming My Sweet Captive

“You don’t even know what you’re scared of.” Mild amusement rose, and some of my possessive rage ebbed.

“Whatever it is, I do’'t want it. You wouldn’t want to take me in there if it were anything good. You’re scaring me.”

“You should be scared. You’ve been very naughty, trying to escape from me.”

“But you just said I can’t escape. I can’t use the elevator. You don’t have to hurt me to keep me from using it,” she babbled.

Spurred on by her desperate pleas, I reached for the knob and pushed. The door swung open into darkness.

“Don’t,” she gasped out as I propelled her forward.

I flipped the light switch, and crimson lighting flooded the room, revealing all my kinky toys and furniture. I’d introduce her to each piece, each whip. I’d strap her down and lash her until she cried for me. Until she surrendered to me.

She gasped and tensed at my side, and I stalled, allowing her to take in this part of her new home. She’d be spending a lot of time in here.

“This isn’t like Dusk,” she whispered. “It’s not. Dusk is Safe, Sane, Consensual. This isn’t. I don’t want this. Not like this.”

My rage resurfaced, surging back to burn through my body. I was familiar with Dusk, although I’d never been there myself. My brother planned to deal Bliss at the club. He’d gotten the idea from the Russians, who’d done the same with fetish clubs in New York. A sex club was a prime location to move the sickening product. What better place to distribute a drug that induced uncontrollable lust?

I might be very aware of Dusk and the perverted activities that took place there. But Samantha shouldn’t know about it.

Not unless she’d lied to me from the very beginning. My ire flamed in my chest at the thought of her deception, at the loss of the idea of her innocence.

“You’ve been to a BDSM club?” I didn’t release my harsh hold on her neck, but I stepped in front of her, so my full wrath could bear down on her. “I thought you were my innocent little virgin. Did you lie to me, Samantha? I wondered when I didn’t feel your hymen intact. But those can be broken in other ways, and I thought your surrender was genuine.” My scar drew tight as my jaw ticked. “I wasn’t the first man to touch you. If you think you’ve suffered under my hand before, that’s nothing compared to what’s about to happen to you.”

“No!” she sobbed. “I wasn’t lying. I am a virgin, I swear.”

“Then how do you know about Dusk?” I demanded, not yet willing to believe her, despite her wide-eyed panic.

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I went there one time,” she gasped out. “I was looking for Dex. I followed him there. I wanted to see him. I wanted him to see me. But he didn’t. He never does. I got drunk and left. I didn’t do anything but drink at the bar. I promise, I didn’t do anything. I didn’t lie to you. Please, don’t hurt me.”

I didn’t know who this Dex was, but he obviously wasn’t a threat if he’d been so stupid to ignore the allure of the pure woman I held so cruelly.

I eased my hold on her nape, massaging away the bite of my grip in gentle, circular motions.

“All right, sirenita. I believe you. I don’t think you could lie convincingly if you tried. You will explain more about this later. For now, you have a lesson to learn.”

“I just want to go back to bed.” The first tear slid down her cheek. I wiped it away, relishing the warm wetness on my thumb. She’d give me far more tears tonight.

“I’ll put you to bed when we're finished in here. You must be punished for trying to escape. You need to understand that your behavior has consequences.”

A harsh sob tore from her chest, then another. Her delicate body convulsed.

I frowned. This wasn’t what I wanted. I might enjoy her trepidation, but I didn’t want this terror. She couldn’t focus on me if she was mindless with panic.

This was my fault. I shouldn’t have gotten angry. It wasn’t like me to lose control of my emotions, especially not when training a woman.

I took a breath and exhaled the last of my ire.

“Come here.” I pulled her into a firm embrace, tethering her to me as I continued to massage her nape. “It won’t be so bad. I’m not angry with you.”

“It will be,” she insisted, her voice hitching. “Just because it would be worse if you were angry doesn't mean it won't be bad. This place is… It's not right. I don't want to be in here.”

She shuddered against me, so I stroked my hand up and down her back in a reassuring motion.

“You'll get used to it,” I told her calmly. “We are going to spend a lot of time in here. I think you might even enjoy it, in a way.”