Picking her up, he carried her into the bathroom and set her on the sink while he ran the water. Not wanting to leave her, not that she would let him, he picked her up again and went to the mini bar in the living room to pour them each a whiskey. Handing one to her, he shot his down and walked over to where he had left his phone, Still carrying Jenna, he pocketed his phone and carried her back into the bathroom. Sitting her back on the sink, he took the blanket from her and saw for the first time the marks on her breasts.
“Somebody is gonna pay for this, you can fucking believe!” he said. “Where else did he hurt you, baby?”
“Just there and between my legs. He got mad when I wasn’t wet for him and tried to force his fingers inside me. He also hit me on the ass with a flogger,” she said quietly.
“Will you let me look and make sure he didn’t do any permanent damage? I want to make sure you don’t need to see a doctor or go to the hospital, baby,” he said quietly.
“No no hospital, no doctor. You can look, but I’ll be okay. Promise me, no hospital, no doctor.” She was almost hysterical.
“Let me look, baby,” he said, not prepared to promise anything until he saw what he was dealing with.
She leaned back and spread her legs slowly. Kyle gently parted her folds, and held his breath, hoping the damage would be slight. She was red and swollen, but he didn’t see any signs of bleeding or trauma beyond the vigorous sex he had had with her.
“Okay, baby, I think a hot soak will do wonders. I don’t see any tearing or other trauma, and though it may sting at first, the hot water will help relax you and help take down the swelling. Do you want another whiskey?” He knew he did.
“Not if you have to leave me to get it,” she cried.
“Okay baby, I won’t leave you. I need to make some phone calls and find out what the fuck happened here tonight, but I can do that while you are in the tub. Try and close your eyes and relax. I won’t leave you.” The first call he made was to Craig to see how Rachel was and if she knew anything, and what the status of the wannabe Doms was.
After talking to Craig and finding out that they had not only the four scum he knew about, but two additional strung up in the dungeon, he got really furious. His next call was to Dave, the club’s co-owner, to see what he knew. What most people didn’t know was that Kyle was the other co-owner and actually had ruling percentage in the ownership, having put most of the money in to start the club. Dave was the hands-on manager and Kyle was the not-so-silent partner.
“Dave, Kyle here, what the fuck’s going on here tonight? Talk about a FUBAR situation. I need you, Craig, and anyone else involved in my room in thirty minutes, and I don’t mean thirty-one. And somebody better have some answers for me. Rachel and my baby both could have been hurt badly, if not worse, and I will know how and why it happened!” He slammed the end button on his phone without waiting for an answer. Dave knew not to fuck with him.
After letting Jenna soak in the hot water for about twenty minutes, he lifted her out of the tub and dried her off. “Baby, there are going to be all kinds of people in here in just a few minutes. Do you want to stay in the bedroom or come out and listen to what is going on?” he asked her quietly.
“Please don’t leave me alone. I’ll sit quietly, but I need to be near you,” she cried pitifully.
Taking her in the bedroom, he slipped one of his T-shirts over her head and wrapped her in a blanket so that all that was visible was her head. Taking her out to the living room, he poured them each another whiskey and made sure the door was open so everyone could get in without him having to get up and disturb Jenna.
He sat in the big chair and held her tight in his lap. Rubbing her back and gently brushing her lips with his, he hoped the whiskey would do the trick and she would drift off to sleep while he was talking with the others.
Soon Dave came in, quickly followed by Craig who was carrying Rachel, Dean and Connie, and the club security manager, Evan.
“Thank you all for coming,” Kyle said. “Anyone who wants a drink, help yourselves. Have a seat and let’s get started. It’s been a totally FUBAR night. After I get some explanation, I want to put Jenna to bed. I know everyone is tired and stressed out, especially Rachel and Jenna. Craig, how is Rachel?”
“As well as can be expected,” Craig answered. “The doctor checked her out. She will have bruising and soreness in her back and butt, but even though a few of the lashes broke the skin, nothing needed stitches and the doc didn’t feel it was urgent that she go to the hospital, which she refused. The wounds will need to be watched for infection and cleaned daily, but I can take care of that. The doc gave her something to help her calm down and he’s going to check on her tomorrow. She’s sleeping now, but I didn’t want to lea
ve her with anyone else. I’ll just hold her for now.”
Knowing how he felt, Kyle just nodded. “Thank you for the information. Now, who the fuck knows what the fuck happened here tonight?”
Dave took a deep breath and said, “From what I know, a party of eight men were admitted at the door by Theresa. They had paperwork and recommendations from Mike’s club in New Orleans, and Sam’s club in Houston. This information was passed on to Evan, and all the usual club paperwork was filled out and signed. As per protocol when recommendations are available from two respected club owners, the men were admitted and allowed full privileges.”
“Wait a minute,” Kyle said. “You said eight men were admitted, and we have six in the dungeon. Where are the other two?”
“We don’t know,” Dave admitted. “Evan has all of their photos on security feed and several of his people out looking for them. We’ve questioned the men in the dungeon, but they aren’t talking. We will send photos to all the clubs in the country, but are reluctant to involve the police because of the girls. No one wants to put them through any more trauma.”
He felt Jenna shudder at the mention of the police and appreciated his friend’s concern, even though he hated the thought of the bastards getting away with what they had done.
“They will be banned from every respectable club in the country and I have threatened them with legal action if they ever so much as show their faces in a club again,” Dave continued. “Rachel does not want to press charges and prefers to forget it as soon as possible. How does Jenna feel?”
“Jenna would also like to forget it and not press charges. I, on the other hand, hate to see the fuckers get off scott-free,” Kyle answered. He felt Jenna relax again and knew that he could not put her through anything more than she had already been through. Going to the police would just draw everything out and make it worse for her.
“Evan, do you have anything to add?” asked Dave.
Evan McNeil was also a member of the Air Force and did bodyguard work with Kyle. As security for the Club, he had access to things Kyle didn’t want to know about. He was a computer genius and had every electronic gadget available wired into the Club’s security. Not very often did someone get over on him.
“As soon as I got the file from Theresa, I started working on it. As Dave said, based on the recommendations, the men were given full privileges and allowed on the floor. In the future, I would suggest in this situation we make a rule that a twenty-four-hour waiting period be instituted before allowing visiting members on the floor. That way, myself or a member of my team would be able to verify the recommendations and run a basic background check.”