as a lover.”
Tor’s gut tightened. “What makes you say that?”
Zarah returned her gaze to his. “Because she adored Mouse.”
“Are you sure you’re talking about my mother?”
“Such a skeptic. Your mother was the most soft-hearted woman
on the planet and you know it, Torin Stuart.”
Tor grinned at Zarah. Yup, this woman really had known his
mother well. Regine had looked like the hardest, toughest bitch ever, but
inside she was a marshmallow. Soft and sweet. But someone had to crack the
shell to get to the sticky-sweet middle. He wondered if Mouse had ever managed
it. Probably…
Tor glanced over, noticing Mouse as she stared, open-mouthed
at Master Drago at play. Drago was a law unto himself, but one of the best
Dominants Tor had ever seen. He played rough, especially if that’s what a sub
wanted. And his current playmate liked pain…a lot.
Mouse continued to watch the scene as the sub screamed with
the pain being delivered from solid, repeated strikes from a cane. Tor studied
Mouse. This wasn’t good. Something about the situation upset her. She looked
repeatedly at the dungeon monitors as if expecting them to intervene, but there
was no reason to. The sub wasn’t calling out a safe word, and Drago was laser
focused on what the submissive could take. Even so, Mouse’s body language
screamed at him. Then when she clenched her hands, he knew he needed to act.
“Tor, are you ignoring me?”
“I’m sorry, Zarah. I need to avert disaster.”
He was hurting her and no one did anything. No one .
“No! Oh God, no !” the bound submissive screamed.
Mouse flinched as the cane struck against the submissive’s quivering buttocks.
Where were the monitors? Why weren’t they stopping this? Damn it, this is why
they were here!
Mouse looked at the nearest big guy dressed in a black
t-shirt and black jeans. He had a red scarf tied around his huge biceps to
indicate his role as guardian. Some guardian. Utterly useless.
The black-haired master continued to strike the little
submissive’s ass. Stripes covered the trembling globes, but at least there was
no blood. Not yet anyway.
“No… No… No… ”
As each blow fell, her scream became louder. A no for
each stroke. Yet everyone watched as if this were no big deal. Just like the
way people used to ignore how her grandfather beat her mother. It didn’t matter
what she screamed or who she went to for help…they ignored her. Deacon Vincent
was a good God-fearing man, and if he thought punishment was merited, then it
was. Well, fuck that. No one was going to beat someone up while she screamed
for help without Mouse doing something about it. Her fists clenched and she
took a deep breath. Just as she lifted her foot, she was grabbed from behind.
She struggled as she was tugged away from the scene she’d
been watching. Mouse twisted, relaxing only slightly when she realized she was
in Tor’s grip.
“Let me go,” she hissed.
“No. Not until you calm down.”
“Why the hell aren’t the monitors doing something?”
“Because there’s no need.”
“She’s no match for that huge guy.”
“Neither are you.” He kept tugging her backward as she
fought to move forward.
She pulled out of his arms and whipped around, slapping him
hard across the face. “How can you just stand there and leave her to be
abused?” Tears streamed down her face and she noticed only as she lifted her
throbbing hand to stare at it. She’d hit Tor. Good God, what was the matter
with her?
Tor growled and shook his head. “That’s it.”
He bent and tossed her over his shoulder in a fireman’s
carry. She fought to get away as she realized he was carrying her to his
office. No one stopped them.
Once in the office, he let her down but remained between her
and the door. She put her hands on her hips to glare at him.
“What the hell’s the matter with you, Tor?”
“The matter with me? Nothing’s the matter with me. What’s
wrong with you?” He rubbed his
Tor’s gut tightened. “What makes you say that?”
Zarah returned her gaze to his. “Because she adored Mouse.”
“Are you sure you’re talking about my mother?”
“Such a skeptic. Your mother was the most soft-hearted woman
on the planet and you know it, Torin Stuart.”
Tor grinned at Zarah. Yup, this woman really had known his
mother well. Regine had looked like the hardest, toughest bitch ever, but
inside she was a marshmallow. Soft and sweet. But someone had to crack the
shell to get to the sticky-sweet middle. He wondered if Mouse had ever managed
it. Probably…
Tor glanced over, noticing Mouse as she stared, open-mouthed
at Master Drago at play. Drago was a law unto himself, but one of the best
Dominants Tor had ever seen. He played rough, especially if that’s what a sub
wanted. And his current playmate liked pain…a lot.
Mouse continued to watch the scene as the sub screamed with
the pain being delivered from solid, repeated strikes from a cane. Tor studied
Mouse. This wasn’t good. Something about the situation upset her. She looked
repeatedly at the dungeon monitors as if expecting them to intervene, but there
was no reason to. The sub wasn’t calling out a safe word, and Drago was laser
focused on what the submissive could take. Even so, Mouse’s body language
screamed at him. Then when she clenched her hands, he knew he needed to act.
“Tor, are you ignoring me?”
“I’m sorry, Zarah. I need to avert disaster.”
He was hurting her and no one did anything. No one .
“No! Oh God, no !” the bound submissive screamed.
Mouse flinched as the cane struck against the submissive’s quivering buttocks.
Where were the monitors? Why weren’t they stopping this? Damn it, this is why
they were here!
Mouse looked at the nearest big guy dressed in a black
t-shirt and black jeans. He had a red scarf tied around his huge biceps to
indicate his role as guardian. Some guardian. Utterly useless.
The black-haired master continued to strike the little
submissive’s ass. Stripes covered the trembling globes, but at least there was
no blood. Not yet anyway.
“No… No… No… ”
As each blow fell, her scream became louder. A no for
each stroke. Yet everyone watched as if this were no big deal. Just like the
way people used to ignore how her grandfather beat her mother. It didn’t matter
what she screamed or who she went to for help…they ignored her. Deacon Vincent
was a good God-fearing man, and if he thought punishment was merited, then it
was. Well, fuck that. No one was going to beat someone up while she screamed
for help without Mouse doing something about it. Her fists clenched and she
took a deep breath. Just as she lifted her foot, she was grabbed from behind.
She struggled as she was tugged away from the scene she’d
been watching. Mouse twisted, relaxing only slightly when she realized she was
in Tor’s grip.
“Let me go,” she hissed.
“No. Not until you calm down.”
“Why the hell aren’t the monitors doing something?”
“Because there’s no need.”
“She’s no match for that huge guy.”
“Neither are you.” He kept tugging her backward as she
fought to move forward.
She pulled out of his arms and whipped around, slapping him
hard across the face. “How can you just stand there and leave her to be
abused?” Tears streamed down her face and she noticed only as she lifted her
throbbing hand to stare at it. She’d hit Tor. Good God, what was the matter
with her?
Tor growled and shook his head. “That’s it.”
He bent and tossed her over his shoulder in a fireman’s
carry. She fought to get away as she realized he was carrying her to his
office. No one stopped them.
Once in the office, he let her down but remained between her
and the door. She put her hands on her hips to glare at him.
“What the hell’s the matter with you, Tor?”
“The matter with me? Nothing’s the matter with me. What’s
wrong with you?” He rubbed his
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