Allemande offered.
“So let’s get you free, and then I can put Buck in his cage.”
Buck’s eyes opened.
Allemande looked over. “That’s right. You will be living in a seven-foot-by-four-foot-by-three-foot cage for the foreseeable future. I hope your misbehavior was worth it, because I’m going to make sure you remember what a sub is supposed to do when his Master gives him orders. And yes, I will feed your damn cat,” Allemande finished.
Ollie was almost sure they were putting on a show for him. They demonstrated the sort of aftercare he expected in a control club, and that made everything okay. The problem was that men were still disappearing from this place, and Ollie didn’t think the kidnapping victims all volunteered to vanish into the slave subculture. If Buck enjoyed riding this dangerous edge, fine. Ollie was here to protect the kids who got in over their heads before they knew it. In this place, that would take about five minutes. Maybe less.
Allemande moved to the end of the wash table and began to unbuckle the restraints around Ollie’s ankles. “Hopefully we made a good first impression.”
Ollie didn’t know about the good part, but they’d made an impression. He kept his voice neutral and said, “Yes, sir.”
Chapter Five
The stakeout station was in the garage level of a building a half block away. The advantage was that the abandoned office space had a service door that led to the subway. So Ollie could lose himself in the constant crowd of the station, wait until he was sure he wasn’t seen, and then slip into the janitor service entrance at the back of a bathroom hallway. From there it was an easy trip through a couple of locked doors to where the others had set up surveillance equipment.
If the targets showed a lot of interest in him, Ollie would grab the train to the next station and stay at a flop hotel the precinct had arranged. Honestly, Ollie didn’t think that was necessary. Tonight felt more like getting caught in the back draft of a hurricane than having the storm centered on him. Buck had played a dangerous game, and Ollie had been the sap stuck in the middle.
Ollie hoped Kemboi thought the same, because Ollie desperately wanted to go home, get a beer, and sleep in his own bed.
“Hey, Sunshine,” Jackson called out when Ollie walked in the room. Cooper laughed, but Kemboi spoke over both of them.
“Enough. We’re on the clock.” Kemboi gave Ollie a nod and a smile. “I told the lieutenant you’re in, Robertson. Good job.”
“Yeah, you looked great in there,” Jackson said with a wink. The man was an asshole, unlike Cooper, who just laughed at anything, funny or not.
“I looked great?” Ollie demanded with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Had they gotten cameras in there, after all? If so, Ollie needed to find all the vid copies and burn them, and with Jackson and Cooper manning the station, there would be many, many copies.
“You looked sweet.” Jackson gave him an eyebrow wiggle, which was downright disturbing considering Jackson was as greasy and as hairy and as heterosexual as men came. Ollie was fairly sure no woman ever slept with Jackson, though, so maybe he was looking to broaden his horizons.
Ollie looked at Kemboi for some sort of explanation for exactly how Jackson knew that.
“The lieutenant told us to get eyes in there when you went quiet too long,” Kemboi said. “We were watching when they moved you out of the back and up onstage, but despite Jackson’s general level of creepiness, the only thing we saw a lot of was the top of your head.”
“And your cute little ass. You had a bit of a wiggle going there,” Jackson said, and Ollie fought to contain the furious words that threatened to pour out of his mouth. Fuck. They’d seen him. They’d seen what that asshole did to Buck, and they hadn’t done a fucking thing. Ollie’s emotions were so out of control he wasn’t sure what he would say when he spoke.
“And you
“So let’s get you free, and then I can put Buck in his cage.”
Buck’s eyes opened.
Allemande looked over. “That’s right. You will be living in a seven-foot-by-four-foot-by-three-foot cage for the foreseeable future. I hope your misbehavior was worth it, because I’m going to make sure you remember what a sub is supposed to do when his Master gives him orders. And yes, I will feed your damn cat,” Allemande finished.
Ollie was almost sure they were putting on a show for him. They demonstrated the sort of aftercare he expected in a control club, and that made everything okay. The problem was that men were still disappearing from this place, and Ollie didn’t think the kidnapping victims all volunteered to vanish into the slave subculture. If Buck enjoyed riding this dangerous edge, fine. Ollie was here to protect the kids who got in over their heads before they knew it. In this place, that would take about five minutes. Maybe less.
Allemande moved to the end of the wash table and began to unbuckle the restraints around Ollie’s ankles. “Hopefully we made a good first impression.”
Ollie didn’t know about the good part, but they’d made an impression. He kept his voice neutral and said, “Yes, sir.”
Chapter Five
The stakeout station was in the garage level of a building a half block away. The advantage was that the abandoned office space had a service door that led to the subway. So Ollie could lose himself in the constant crowd of the station, wait until he was sure he wasn’t seen, and then slip into the janitor service entrance at the back of a bathroom hallway. From there it was an easy trip through a couple of locked doors to where the others had set up surveillance equipment.
If the targets showed a lot of interest in him, Ollie would grab the train to the next station and stay at a flop hotel the precinct had arranged. Honestly, Ollie didn’t think that was necessary. Tonight felt more like getting caught in the back draft of a hurricane than having the storm centered on him. Buck had played a dangerous game, and Ollie had been the sap stuck in the middle.
Ollie hoped Kemboi thought the same, because Ollie desperately wanted to go home, get a beer, and sleep in his own bed.
“Hey, Sunshine,” Jackson called out when Ollie walked in the room. Cooper laughed, but Kemboi spoke over both of them.
“Enough. We’re on the clock.” Kemboi gave Ollie a nod and a smile. “I told the lieutenant you’re in, Robertson. Good job.”
“Yeah, you looked great in there,” Jackson said with a wink. The man was an asshole, unlike Cooper, who just laughed at anything, funny or not.
“I looked great?” Ollie demanded with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Had they gotten cameras in there, after all? If so, Ollie needed to find all the vid copies and burn them, and with Jackson and Cooper manning the station, there would be many, many copies.
“You looked sweet.” Jackson gave him an eyebrow wiggle, which was downright disturbing considering Jackson was as greasy and as hairy and as heterosexual as men came. Ollie was fairly sure no woman ever slept with Jackson, though, so maybe he was looking to broaden his horizons.
Ollie looked at Kemboi for some sort of explanation for exactly how Jackson knew that.
“The lieutenant told us to get eyes in there when you went quiet too long,” Kemboi said. “We were watching when they moved you out of the back and up onstage, but despite Jackson’s general level of creepiness, the only thing we saw a lot of was the top of your head.”
“And your cute little ass. You had a bit of a wiggle going there,” Jackson said, and Ollie fought to contain the furious words that threatened to pour out of his mouth. Fuck. They’d seen him. They’d seen what that asshole did to Buck, and they hadn’t done a fucking thing. Ollie’s emotions were so out of control he wasn’t sure what he would say when he spoke.
“And you
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