Saturday Snippet – Club Scene

Hmm another hard choice as there are plenty to choose from. But since it is St. Patrick's Day and I was talking about Power Play yesterday, I might as well choose a scene from there.

This scene comes later in the book. Jennifer's gone missing and Daegan is anxiously searching for her. It's a really long scene so this will be just a tease. Thought I'd warn you this time.

Excerpt:

Ten minutes later, he pulled into the parking lot of Purgatory and killed the engine of his car. He didn't have to search for her car; it stood out like a fucking beacon in a sea of dark SUVs. He was going to kill her.

Inside the club, he stood to the side of the entrance and allowed his eyes to adjust to the dark interior. Music thumped from speakers surrounding the main floor of the big room. He didn't even bother checking the dance floor. His wayward sub would be on the second floor where the play stations were located. When he reached the stairs, the club manager, Gabe, blocked his path.

"You're looking a little pissed tonight, Daegan. What's going on?"

"Let me pass. I'm looking for someone."

Gabe shook his head. "Now that definitely doesn't sound like a good idea until you calm down, my friend."

"I'll be perfectly fine just as soon as I find my sub." He started to push his way up the stairs.

"Ahh. I'd heard you and Jennifer had come to an agreement. Although I have to admit it came as a total surprise. I'm not sure I've ever seen a more reluctant sub in my life."

Daegan stopped and eyed Gabe warily. In the short time he'd known the man, he'd learned he had an uncanny ability to read people. "I don't think you understand her. Sure she's complicated, but underneath all her bluster she's soft and far more fragile than anyone realizes."

Gabe snorted. "I can't say fragile is a word anyone's used to describe her before."

The implication that he'd discussed his sub with other Doms annoyed the hell out of him. Despite the anger, all of his protective instincts rode close to the surface, and it wouldn't take much to provoke him. "Trust me, I know."

The other man narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure about that? You seem like a good guy, but Jennifer has been a member here a lot longer than you have. If you aren't willing to finish what you've started, then I think you should walk away now before it's too late."

The warning burned in Daegan's mind. "I appreciate that your job is to protect the members here, but this time you're wrong. I know exactly what I'm doing."

Gabe studied him for a minute more before letting his guard down. He stepped to the side and swept his arm in the direction of the play area. "Then I suggest you check out the flogging station first." With that, Gabe disappeared into the crowd and left him to stand and gape. With a last glance into the sea of people, Daegan pushed his way upstairs and into the overflowing play area. People were crammed into every available inch, making it difficult to see the flogging station. The sound of a whip cracking screamed through the air, accompanied by a few gasps and a delicious cry of agony when the leather tip hit flesh.

A few people glanced his way and immediately moved out of his path. When he got through enough of the crowd, what he found boiled his blood. Jennifer was being strapped to the St. Andrew's cross by a dark-haired sub. The attendant at the station plucked a flogger from the wall and made his way toward his sub.

Mine.

"Touch that flogger to my sub's skin and you'll not be able to wield it again for a week," Daegan growled in a low voice.

Several people behind him sucked in sharp breaths, and the area around him turned quiet and still except for the music coming from downstairs. Even with clothes covering her body, Daegan saw Jennifer's back go ramrod stiff when she heard his voice. 'That's right, love. Busted."

The man glared at him for a few seconds before he took a step back. He twisted the implement in his hand and offered Daegan the flogger. A dungeon master pushed through the crowd. "What's going on? Is everything okay?"

"I need some scissors," Daegan said.

The DM ignored him and repeated his question to the attendant.

"He claims this is his sub, and I'm guessing by the look on his face she didn't get his permission to do this."

The man walked to Jennifer's side "Is this true?"

A few seconds ticked by before she nodded her head. The tension among the crowd grew palpable. She'd just damned herself to a very painful or public punishment.

The DM approached him. "Do you want me to bring the punishment box?"

"Not yet. I need a pair of scissors or a knife," he repeated. "After, you can bring the box."

The DM's eyes grew wide. "As you wish, Sir."

Everyone stayed rooted in place until one of the young women from up front arrived with a pair of scissors. The DM placed them in his hand. "You do remember the rules of the club, right? No blood."

Daegan nodded and took the offering. He stalked toward Jennifer until he was close enough to touch. He wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck and bent toward her ear. "Have you ever heard the saying be careful what you wish for?"

She nodded.

He opened the scissors and sliced one side of her top open. The crowd behind him gasped. Oh they had no idea. She'd triggered the sadist inside, and he had every intention of making her beg for everything tonight. He continued to cut away her clothes until she lay against the cross—naked and exposed. She'd uttered not a single word of protest, and he'd lay money on how aroused she'd become.

"Do you remember your safe word, Jennifer?"

"Yes, Sir," she whispered on a shaky breath.

"Good. You might need it."

 

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