Club X-Dare (Siren Publishing Allure) by Kat Barrett Page A

are looking for something to distract you and clear your mind. I can do that, and you know it. Do what you are told or leave. The dungeon is mine, and I’m not giving it to you to play with someone else,” he said, dangling the keys before her.
    Sam glared at him for a moment and then snatched the ring, walking away. She needed something to get her mind off Brian, and maybe Scarab was right. A good old-fashion thrashing might just be the thing. She walked into the dungeon, shedding her clothing and grabbing a mask from the case. It would cover her entire face, and once her hands were bound she would be helpless to take it off. She positioned herself on the hanging wall rack, clipping the waist buckle, and then slid the hood on. There was a trigger under her left foot, and if she depressed it, she would be locked into the swinging rack until Scarab decided to release her. Sam hesitated for only a moment and then tapped the trigger with her foot. The bands closed around her wrists and ankles, the table swaying as the floor pin withdrew and set the metal rack free from its restraint. She was in total darkness, the cold metal supports at the outer parts of her body feeling icy as she waited. Every slight movement shifted the rack, the metal clasp at her head grinding slightly in the silence. She heard the door open and then shut with a snap that meant Scarab had locked them inside.
    “Oh, how sweet is this, all shackled up and the keys are on the table.”
    The voice was oddly deep and muffled, and did not belong to Scarab. “Who is that?”
    “You wouldn’t know if I told you, because you never even bothered to look at me. I overheard your conversation in the lounge. Scarab is on his way to the hospital. He got a bit sick from his drink. The dungeon is mine for the next two hours. I said that he gave me the keys.”
    Terror raced through Sam’s heart. She was helpless, blind, and locked in the dungeon with a man she couldn’t place. “My hands are going numb, could you let me down?”
    She felt the table shift, the upper portion being lowered as she heard the clink of metal. The section at her feet was rising into the air, her body being set horizontal to the floor. He brushed her hip as he pulled the side pin, swinging out the bars under her leg and locking them in place. He did the same with the other leg, leaving her spread for his amusement. The first sizzle of melted wax hit her skin like a flare of agony. Another flash on her stomach, her thigh, her hip as he worked his way upward and then back down, leaving a trail of burning, zigzag droplets on her skin. Each drip was a new experience in terror as her anguish grew to the verge of hysteria. He extinguished the flame with a loud rush of air and then began to peel the hardened wax from her. She could feel his fingernails, no gloves to protect her if his hands were dirty. The ones on her breast brought flashes of pain as if he had been too close to her skin when the wax fell. It could leave a nasty burn if not done from sufficient height. “You know this is against the rules and you could lose your membership for doing this,” she said in a shaky tone.
    “I don’t really care. I have cancer and maybe three months to live.”
    “Why are you doing this?”
    “Because I want to.”
    Sam felt a feather being brushed against her skin as he began to torment her, occasionally flipping it over to stick her with the barbed tip. She could hear her breathing, a combination of terror and arousal as she came to terms with the fact that he intended to take her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Even if someone was watching, there was no audio, and all the rooms were soundproof. She jumped, the shock of him stabbing her in the stomach startling. He slid the feather downward, pushing her sensitive skin open with his fingers to tease her with wispy caresses. Sam held her breath with fear as she waited to see if he would spear her and send her into sexual agony. He