“Who?”
"Beth right now is not the time to fuck with me. Brooklyn, where did you take her?"
"I didn't take her anywhere," she quickly replies. I stare at her for a moment. I know when she is lying, and it doesn’t seem like she is, but if Brooklyn begged her enough I wouldn’t put it past her. She hates to see a girl hurting, but I never hurt Brooklyn, so why would Beth betray me?
"Atlas, Beth wouldn't do anything to hurt you, you know that." Rhys stands in front of me, but I don't take my eyes off Beth. If she's lying, I will find out.
If Beth didn’t help her, then who the fuck did?
“Beth, did the new girl find you?” Ashley walks over to her.
"What new girl?" I ask. All girls come through me, and I haven't hired… "Fuck!" I shout.
"Atlas! Atlas!" I hear Beth shouting my name as I power walk through the corridor, and flash my card to the scanner and hear the lock click open.
No one is going to stop me from finding Brooklyn, she has gone into the fucking woods with a pack of wolves. No one knows she's mine, so it won't stop them touching her; they’re all going to think she is one of the girls. I halt, at the thought of someone touching her, rage and fear both run through me. Fear that a guest will touch her, hurt her.
"Atlas, how about you go back, and I will go fi-"
“Beth, get the fuck out of my way now.” I dart back, as I take a step closer to her. She knows better not to get in my way, especially when it comes to Brooklyn.
I ball my hands into fists, as I try to control the rage running through me. When I get my hands on her, she is going to regret even thinking about walking over here.
The only thing pounding inside my body right now is anger, Brooklyn thought this was the best way to see The Club. The anger which is starting to boil into a hot volcano, and it will go off the second I see her.
Beth stands her ground in front of me, I can feel the lava growing as I impatiently wait for her to move out of my way.
“God help that girl,” I hear Beth whisper to herself as she moves out my way.
She should know that I would never hurt Brooklyn, but even I know that at the moment, the amount of outrage running through my body, anything can happen. I need to calm down before I see her; otherwise, I might hurt her, and I can't do that. When I see her she will be punished for going into the club, but I won’t hurt her.
The thought of someone looking at her has my blood boiling inside me. With that thought, my pace moves faster into the corridor.
There are over fifty rooms in this building, it will take me too long to go through every room. Anything could happen to her in that time. “Fuck!” I shout to myself.
I open each door as I walk past them, looking around for Brooklyn, and nothing. I’m on a mission to find Brooklyn. I only have tunnel vision with only her in my sights. I shoot past ten doors not seeing her anywhere. Where is she?
“Atlas, everything okay?” One of the girls asks me as I slam the door shut behind me.
"Looking for someone," I say, walking off to the next door.
Everything around me goes red, my vision blurred with a flame burning in front of me. The memories of losing Lucy runs through me, feeling that pain again hurts, but I shake them away. This isn't Lucy, this is Brooklyn, I can't lose Brooklyn. She is everything to me, she’s the one I... the words trail off in my head, as I focus on the mission in front of me.
Why did she think she could do this, and think I wouldn’t find her? She put herself in danger. The anger running through hasn’t even touched the volcano that she will see when I find her.
I open the door to the view room, and there she is, and seeing her in the robe has me even more angry than I was before.
“Don’t you fucking dare!”
She jumps, turning to face me, and fear spreads through her eyes, her chest rises and falls quickly. I keep my eyes locked with hers; if I look down, and she isn't wearing what she should be, I might do something I will regret.
Now
Brooklyn slowly kneels to the floor as she cries. I've broken her, but she still wants me, even after everything that I’ve just done she still wants me. Brooklyn could have stopped me, she could have said no, she can’t take anymore, if she ever said stop, I would without any questions, but she didn’t. She has not once screamed for me to stop, begged for me to go easy on her. No matter what Brooklyn is mine, and she knows that too.
I look down at my girl. Fuck she scared the shit out of me. I thought she’d run away, I thought she had enough and left me, and the thought of that makes my heart pound in my chest.
I walk over to my jacket and grab my phone. “Clear the way from the view room, to my office,” I tell Aiden and cut the call.
I take my jacket and wrap it around Brooklyn as I kneel in front of her.
"I'm...sorry," Brooklyn says, and the words come out in a small hum, like a wounded bird trying to sing.
I kneel down, and pick my little Phoenix in one gentle scoop. She leans her head on my shoulder, and I make my way to my bedroom. From the club, the quickest way to my room is through my office.
Small sobs escape her, but she needs to learn she can't disobey me and put herself in danger. Anything could have happened to her, but I know it wouldn’t have. This is a high end club, the guests know the rule, you only touch the girls or man you have been given. Maybe I’m just scared that something would have happened to her. My heart feels heavy at the thought of losing her. That only tells me one thing, I’m falling in love with her, and scared what will happen when I have to tell her the truth.
As we get to my room, I softly lie Brooklyn on the bed. She looks up at me, her eyes are tried, but there is a softness in them staring back at me.
“You will learn, but you will be rewarded.” I tell her, as much as I broke her, her punishment isn’t over yet. By the time I’m done she will know if I say no, it means no.
I will give Brooklyn the world, I will give her my full attention every single day until my last breath. She just needs to understand that everything I do, is because I want to protect her. Not just from the guest in the club, but from the world.
I softly move my hands down her leg, to remove her high- heels, one foot at a time.
Standing at the foot of the bed, I glance up and down her sexy body, a body that has also made my blood boil with what she is wearing. It’s not fucking silk.
I see my girls wearing lace every day, I listen to clients coming into my office and say how they find a woman in lace the sexiest. So now lace for me always makes me think of one of my girls, that’s why I’ve only wanted Brooklyn to wear silk.
I walk around the bed, and pull out my straps from the chest of draws. Brooklyn is about to see what my punishments are. Now is a punishment, but next time she is on the bed tied like this, it won’t be for punishing her, but to give her enjoyment. As much as she thinks this is going to be a punishment, it is also going to give her a ride of a lifetime. I’m about to show her how crazy this rollercoaster can be, I might have punished her in the view room by not letting her come, but she will come soon and it will make her feel like her body will explode.
Taking her hand, I put the cuff around the wrist, and then cuff the other end to the hook, on the wall, just behind the bed frame. As I make my way around, I watch as her chest rises and falls quickly. I look into her eyes and as I make my way around the bed she follows me.