Lowering my head, I said, “Yes, Roman.” I should have left it at that, but I had to know. “Who is he?”
“Someone more dangerous than his father.”
I knew then why the man had seemed so familiar. He had the same eyes as Master Winston. It made sense why Roman wanted me to stay away from him. Downing the rest of his drink, Roman took my glass from me and placed it on the bar along with his. Just as we were ready to make our way across the room, Winston’s son walked toward us. Stepping in front of me, Martin took hold of my hand, keeping me from walking any further. Before Roman could say anything, the man greeted him. “Roman, seems like this is the night to play. I was just telling one of your girls how fun it would be to invite another girl to the mix.”
“I think two girls would be more than you could handle, Stuart.” Disdain and hatred could be heard in Roman’s voice.
“Appears two men to one girl is the theme tonight. I wouldn’t mind getting in on that. What do you say? I’m sure Martin wouldn’t mind sitting this one out.”
I thought for sure that Roman would punch him. Thankfully, Martin stepped in and whispered something in his ear. Roman’s eyes remained on Stuart and there was no mistaking the hatred he had for Winston’s son. “I suggest you watch your step. I can revoke your membership at any time.”
“You know that would be a mistake. I’m sure you wouldn’t want it to get out what kind of club this really is.”
Stuart pushed Roman too far. His right fist landed on Stuart’s cheek, sending him off balance and leaving him with an open lip, Stuart removed a handkerchief from his suit pocket and patted the blood before it made its way onto his shirt. I was glad to see Stuart get what was coming to him.
“You will regret that, Michaels.” Stuart’s eyes blazed with fury as he bumped into Roman’s shoulder.
I could see then that Stuart was more ruthless than his father and I feared what he might do to Roman and the club.
~Nine~
ROMAN
The way Stuart Nelson was looking at Lanie did not sit well with me. He was lucky that he got away with only a cracked lip. As of right now he was no longer a member of Rapture. Not only because he was an arrogant asshole, but also because I didn’t take kindly to threats. One thing that puzzled me was why, after all this time, he decided to take advantage of his membership. Unlike his father, he was more interested in men than he was in women. About the only thing he enjoyed about women was watching them get tortured. He never took part in the act. And even though he didn’t, in my book he was a monster just like his father.
Shaking off the pain in my hand, I looked over to Lanie to see a terrified expression on her face. Hitting Stuart wasn’t my initial intention, but he deserved what he got. “I’m sorry you had to witness that, Lanie, but he needed to be put in his place.”
“It’s okay, Roman. I would have done the same if I could. He is a terrible man.” Her voice trembled as she spoke and though I thought hitting Stuart frightened her, I was mistaken.
“Something has you frightened, Lanie, and it’s not because I hit him, is it?”
“No. It was the way he looked at me when he left. He wants revenge, Roman. I could see it in his eyes.”
Pulling her close, I kissed her on the forehead. “It will be a cold day in hell before I let that happen.”
There was only one thing that could take my mind off of Stuart Nelson and that was burying my cock deep inside Lanie. He didn’t know it yet, but Martin would need to wait his turn. Heading to my favorite room, reserved exclusively for me, I opened the door and ushered Martin and Lanie inside before entering myself. The minute I flicked the lights on, I could tell the room intimidated Lanie. I wasn’t sure how much she knew about the things inside the room or what Winston might have used on her. A small gasp escaped her lips as I watched her eyes stare at the torture bed against the wall. I knew exactly what they used it for in medieval times, but I intended to use it to bring pleasure, with only a small amount of pain. I knew Winston well and was certain he used it for torture.
I placed my hand on her shoulder to draw her attention. “What is it, Lanie?”
When she looked up at me, there were tears in her eyes and I knew. She didn’t have to say a word. Winston had tortured her; I was sure of it. One day he would pay for everything he put her through. Pulling her close, I held her tight. “You will never endure that kind of pain ever again, my sweet Lanie.”
Pulling away, she said, “Thank you.”
There was nothing she needed to thank me for. No submissive should ever endure the pain she had. Somehow, I had to reaffirm that I was nothing like Winston. Placing my hand on her cheek, I waited until our eyes made contact. “Are you ready, Lanie?”
Nodding her head, she turned around to face Martin. It wasn’t to get his approval, but to allow me to lower the zipper on her dress. Watching it cascade down her body, my lips were to her ear. “While we are here, you will address me as Sir.” She nodded again as I continued. “You can always use your safe word if it gets to be too much.”
When she turned her head to speak to me, I heard the hesitation in her voice. “I don’t know what that is, Sir.”
Those six words made me want to leave this room and hunt down Winston. Focusing only on what was happening now, I said, “If you need me to stop use the word ‘Red,’ and if you need me to slow down say ‘Yellow.’ Do you understand, Lanie?”
Looking over to Martin, it annoyed me that he hadn’t explained this to her. I knew that he had spent time with her and even taken her. Why wouldn’t he have mentioned this to her? Diverting my eyes to Lanie’s back, I watched her dress fall to the floor Never had I seen anything more beautiful. It seemed like forever since I had seen her like this. She was a part of me and we were meant to be together. I could feel her heartbeat even though we were miles away.
Running my hands up her arms, I lowered the straps of her bra before unclasping the hook. Her arms were at her side, allowing her bra to join her dress. She was only wearing thong panties and I had to admit, they enhanced the globes of her ass beautifully. Sliding my finger between the elastic band and her skin, slowly I lowered them down her legs as far as they would go. “Step out of them, Lanie.”
“Yes, Sir.” Lanie tossed back, adhering to my command.
Kissing her gently on the shoulder, I lifted my eyes to see that Martin had been affected by her beauty. A mischievous grin was plastered on his face. Concentrating only on Lanie, I blocked out his presence. Leaving her standing naked in the middle of the room, I walked over to my chest of goodies and made my selection of the items I would use on her. Laying them in order near the kneeling bench, I kept only one item in my hand as I made my way back to her. The crimson color of the scarf would look magnificent against her brown hair. I chose it to match the color of her lips. Standing behind her, I placed it over her eyes and trussed it behind her head.