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CHAPTER 2: Maggie

CHAPTER 2: Maggie

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That man was an a*s. Maggie had never met a guy like him, but he fit every preconceived notion she had of rich, handsome men—tall, arrogant, dark haired, entitled, in excellent shape and his suit had to cost a fortune. She needed to find Vicky and get out of this place. She wasn’t a prude but the things they were doing in here—in public—were indecent, immoral. She should be disgusted but she wasn’t. She was flushed and not only from embarrassment. It’d been over a year since her divorce and she was lonely.

“Hey there, sweetheart.” A tall guy stepped forward, smiling at her breasts.

“Hello. Have you seen...”

A woman was bent over a wooden horse, n***d except for a black scarf around her eyes. Her hands were tied together in front and her legs tied to two of the horse’s legs. Several men surrounded her, all in various stages of undress. A man, wearing assless chaps and a mask, stood behind her holding a paddle. By the color of the woman’s butt, he’d used it...a lot.

“We have a new toy,” said one of the other men. “I can’t wait to see those titties swing when we s***k her.”

“I want to f**k her so hard they bounce,” said the tall guy who’d first greeted her.

“Oh...oh...no. I’m sorry.” She stumbled backward but the men shifted, blocking her route to the door.

“Don’t run away, darling,” said the tall man. “You’ll love it. We’ll make sure.” He grabbed her shoulders, twisting her so she was staring right at the woman in the center of the room. “Watch Renee. See how much fun she’s having.”

The man in the chaps slapped Renee’s a*s with the paddle and she screamed. He caressed her skin, letting his fingers slip between her legs and stroke her p***y.

“Yes...please,” moaned Renee.

Maggie’s breath hitched in her chest as the other woman writhed against the man’s fingers. She’d never imagined being s*****d could bring pleasure.

“See. You’ll like it.” The tall man’s breath was hot in her ear—the heavy scent of alcohol making her turn away. “Watch while he f***s her and then we’ll all f**k her.” He began pushing Maggie toward another wooden horse.

“What?” Oh, no. This was not for her.

“Don’t worry. We’ll f**k you too.”

“No, please. Let me go.” She tried to pull free but his fingers dug into her arms. “I don’t want to do this.” Her stomach roiled. She was going to puke.

“You know the rules, boys,” said someone from near the door.

She knew that voice. It was the man from the hallway. “Please, help me.”

“Yeah, we know the rules. Everyone has to want it.” The tall man yanked her to his side and squeezed her a*s. “She does.”

“I don’t. I don’t want this.” She elbowed him in the stomach but he only tightened his grip.

“Don’t lie, b***h. You want it. You came in here and walked right over to us.”

“I came in here by accident. I was looking for my friend. I couldn’t see what you were doing.” It sounded stupid even to her, but the room was dark and she’d heard a moan and had thought Vicky might be in trouble.

“We’d love to be your friends.” The tall man pulled her closer. “Wouldn’t we?”

The other men chimed in with agreement.

“We ain’t opposed to one more.” The tall guy turned to the man from the hallway. “But you go last.”

Dear God, she was going to be g**g r***d. She had to get out of there. “Let me go.” She shoved at the man, but he was too strong.

“You heard her.” The hallway man’s voice was low and dangerous. “She is not consenting. You know the rules.”

The man holding her looked at the tall, dark stranger. “Fine. Take her. b***h ain’t worth the trouble.” He shoved her toward the hallway man.

She stumbled forward, tripping over the tall guy’s foot. The stranger moved fast like a cat, catching her against his body long enough to steady her, before taking her arm and pushing her behind him.

“She’s too fat anyway.” The tall guy walked toward the restrained woman.

It shouldn’t hurt. She didn’t know this man or like what she did know about him, but the words, so similar to her ex-husband’s, stung.

“Renee, it’s Terry. Are you okay?” asked the man from the hallway.

“Fabulous,” she purred as the man with the paddle trailed kisses across her pink a*s.

“Good.” Terry grabbed Maggie’s arm. “Let’s go.”

She almost had to run to keep up with his long strides. He dropped his hold as soon as they stepped into the hallway. He closed the door, shutting out the danger and Maggie’s knees buckled. That could’ve been so bad.

“Hey, you okay?” Terry touched her arm, but it was with concern not force.

“Thank you.” She blinked back tears but they slipped out anyway. All she’d wanted was a night out—to be a woman for a few hours, not a mother, not a hostess and not an unwanted and unloved wife, ex-wife.

“Ah, hell.” He took her hand and started down the hallway.

“Where are you taking me?” She pulled against his grip. She’d just gotten out of a situation. She wasn’t about to jump into another one.

He stopped, giving her a disgusted look. “I saved you from being r***d and you still don’t trust me?”

“I...ah...” It did sound a little unappreciative the way he said it.

“I don’t force women. Ever.” He squeezed her hand which she hadn’t even thought about removing from his grasp. “I need to report their behavior to Ethan.”

“Ethan?”

“The owner. I don’t want anyone else accidentally encountering them.”

“The owner will do something?”

“Of course. This is a reputable club. There is no r**e here. r**e fantasies, sure, but not rape.”

“A respectable s*x club? Right.” She’d heard about these kinds of places but the real thing was so much worse. “Those guys were so respectful.”

“Those guys are not members and never will be.”

“You’re a member.” She should’ve known. He may have saved her but he’d also tried to have s*x with her in this very hallway.

“Yes, I am.” Pride filled his tone. “And I assure you, no member would ever do anything like those guys were going to do to you. It isn’t allowed. Ever.” He tugged on her hand. “I really need to speak with Ethan.”

“I-I need to find my friend.” She didn’t want to wander around alone but Vicky could be hurt or in a bad situation like she’d been.

“We can do that too. Ethan will find your friend and you can wait in one of the back rooms.”

Her breath hitched in her throat. That was where he’d said they could go to have s*x in private.

He sighed as if weary of this conversation. “You turned me down. You were almost r***d. I’m not going to attack you. Trust me.”

She nodded, following him down the hallway and hoping she wasn’t making the biggest mistake of her life.