Jake didn’t know why he’d come to Saxons tonight. He had a pounding headache. He thought about just going home, watching some TV, doing some laundry, and getting some sleep.
Shit. That sounded like the lamest Saturday night imaginable. When did he become so boring? So old?
He settled into his regular bar stool and ordered a beer. He could have had a drink in the bigger bar on the other side of the dungeon doors. It was where most people socialized after they’d been playing. But he wasn’t here to socialize.
“You know, I think you’ve been here more in the last month than you have in the past year.” Saxon sat next to him.
Jake just grunted, not willing to reveal his reasons. Reasons that were entirely to do with a certain redhead and her interest in having her butt spanked. His cock stirred at the thought of getting his hands on that luscious ass.
“I’ve been here five seconds. Could you at least let me drink my beer before you start in on me?”
“No,” Saxon replied, but he was clearly distracted as he stared across the dungeon with a frown.
“Problem?” Jake asked. He couldn’t see anything amiss.
“I’ve got a new submissive I’m keeping an eye on. I’m not certain she’s all that submissive, although she assures me she’s no Domme as she has no interest in spanking a man’s ass.” Saxon grinned. “She’s quite a character.”
Tension burned a hole in his gut. “You let someone in who isn’t serious about the lifestyle?”
Saxon sighed. “I’m open to people testing the waters so long as they abide by the rules. She promised to obey, and I believe she meant it. Besides, she’s under the protection of one of the members here, so if there are any problems it falls on his shoulders, and I don’t believe she’d want that to happen. She’s not the type who’ll submit to just anyone, though. She needs a strong Dom. Someone with enough experience to tame her without crushing her.”
A suspicious feeling grew.
“Where is she?” Jake asked in a low voice. If it was Molly, he was going to find her and he was going to . . . what? Throw her over his shoulder and carry her out? Just because he didn’t think she belonged here didn’t give him the right to remove her.
“You sound almost like you’re concerned about her.” Saxon waved his hand through the air. “Always the sheriff, aren’t you? Don’t you ever want a night off to just be Jake?”
“Spare me your insights into my life. I’m fine.”
“Sure you are. Well, you don’t have to worry about her. She’s a beauty. I’ve noticed she’s caught the eye of a few of the regulars. Alec Malone has been paying her particular attention.”
Malone? That bastard? Alec lived on a huge spread. He was one of the richest men in the state and also one of the most reclusive. Most people steered clear of him and his crazy-ass brothers. The Malone’s didn’t spend much time in town. Just once a week to get supplies, and Alec came several times a year to the club. Of course, it just had to be tonight that he turned up. He might be bat-shit crazy, but he was also loaded, attractive, and charismatic.
“Those curves, all that creamy skin, and her hair . . . I almost thought about teaching her a few things myself.”
Jake jumped from his stool and turned to Saxon, pointing at him. “You don’t touch her. Understand me?”
Saxon just grinned, and Jake knew he’d been played. He didn’t care. He had no doubts that Saxon knew how he felt about Molly. He seemed to know everything that went on in this town, so Jake’s encounters with Molly wouldn’t have gone unnoticed. He’d come over here to set Jake up to go searching for her. And that was exactly what he was going to do.
“You just had to have stupid mood lighting, didn’t you?” Jake snapped.
“Easy,” Saxon murmured back to him. “You’ll make people nervous. You have a murderous look in your eyes.”
Yes, because his . . . his Molly was currently playing with some other man.
“Come on, I’ll show you where she is.”
He followed Saxon across the dungeon. There was no way the other man could have seen Molly from their spot at the bar. Jake growled under his breath, glaring at Saxon’s back. One day his games were going to get him in trouble.
Jake just hoped he was there to witness it.
When they got closer to the other side of the dungeon, he saw her lying over a spanking bench. Her ass was bare, and her creamy skin had red splotches. Her ankles and wrists were secured to the spanking bench. Everything looked fine. But he could tell it wasn’t.
“Shit,” Saxon muttered beside him.
The Dom participating in the scene was standing back, paddle in hand, staring down at her in puzzlement.
“Mark,” Saxon said, coming forward. “Everything okay here?”