Club de Fleurs: Jenna (Siren Publishing Classic) Read online

  “That’s Dean and Connie. Dean is the owner of a club in LA and he and Connie are here visiting for the weekend. Watch as he brings her to orgasm again and again. This is an orgasm torture scene and he will make her come several times before he stops. If he didn’t have her so restrained, she could possibly hurt him, and with a well-aimed kick, he may not be able to father children when she is done with him.” He laughed.

  “How can orgasm be torture?” she asked.

  “Watch, he has already made her come several times and she can’t help her body’s responses.”

  She watched as the Dom took a big butt plug and put it in her ass. Then he clamped each nipple. “He will clamp them just past the point of pain. Watch her face,” Kyle said into her ear. He had pulled her to him, her back to his front and had his arms wrapped just under her chest, both thumbs working her nipples, rubbing back and forth. She watched Connie’s face as Dean applied and tightened the clamps and it went from a grimace at the pain to euphoria. Dean then picked up a large dildo and started pushing it into Connie’s cunt. It was so huge, Jenna wasn’t sure it would fit into Connie. Connie was really moaning and writhing at this point, as much as she could, restrained as she was. “The dildo and butt plug both vibrate,” Kyle informed her.

  Jenna wondered how he knew so much about what was going on. “This is a planned demonstration. I’ve seen them do it before.” Damn, the man could read her mind.

  Dean reached up and tightened the nipple clamps and Connie let out a little scream. “She’s very close,” Kyle said.

  “Now watch, he’s gonna make her come,” Kyle said.

  Dean leaned down and put his mouth on Connie’s clit. She couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but she could imagine. In just a few seconds, Connie was screaming, “No more, no more,” and bucking almost off the table.

  “He’s not done with her yet,” Kyle said.

  As he said that, they heard Craig yell, “Kyle, I need your help, get your ass over here now.”

  “Oh shit!” Kyle said. “There must be trouble or Craig wouldn’t yell across the bar like that. You stay right here. I will come back for you. Do not move from this spot regardless of what you see or hear. Do you understand me? Remember you are wearing my collar and no one will bother you. You are safe as long as you listen to me. Do not talk to anyone or move. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” With that, he took off at a run for the bar.

  “What the fuck, man?” he asked Craig.

  “There are three wannabe Doms in a room with Rachel and she’s screaming, ‘Red, red’ repeatedly. They not only locked the door, but also have moved something in front of it and we need bodies to break in. One of the dungeon monitors found them, but can’t get in to stop it. I need you, man.”

  A dungeon monitor was someone hired by the club to make sure everything was consensual and that no one got hurt. At Club de Fleurs, security was in charge of all the monitors. Evan was head of security, and all of the monitors were ex-military. Rachel was one of the club regulars and did not have a Dom at the present time. Kyle had scened with her before and though he was fond of her, she was not what he was looking for, and he knew Craig had a thing for her. Craig was gonna kill whoever was hurting her.

  “Let’s go man, what are we standing here for?” he said.

  They took off, running to the private play rooms. There were a few people there trying to get in the door. “Get me something to break the glass and a couple sub blankets,” Kyle ordered. Why hadn’t anyone else thought of breaking the glass? Each play room had a large glass observation window. Curtains could be pulled over the glass from the inside for those wanting privacy or, for the exhibitionist, left open. This one had been left open.

  Someone brought him a chair and he slammed it through the window, shattering the glass. The man inside turned, saying “What the fuck?” as Kyle spread one of the blankets over the broken glass and climbed through the window. “What the fuck are you doing? I was in the middle of a scene with this sub. She agreed. Leave now! I’m reporting you to the club management.” The man huffed.

  In a deadly quiet voice, Kyle said, “I am management and this sub called red! Do you know what the fuck that means?” The other two men who had been holding the chest up against the door turned on Kyle. By this time, Craig and several other men were in the room and quickly subduing all three of the wannabes.

  Craig was taking Rachel down off the wall she was chained to and wrapping her in a blanket. “You got this, man?” Kyle asked. “I gotta get back to Jenna. I left her standing at a scene and from the looks of the hall, everyone is here now and she will be alone, and if not scared, confused.”

  Craig said, “Go man, I got this. Thanks for all your help. I’ll check Rachel out and see if we need to call an ambulance or take her to the hospital. I know there is a nurse and doctor here tonight and we’ll have them check her out,” he said while holding the sobbing woman in his arms.

  As Kyle fought his way down the hall through the crowd to his baby, he heard Craig holler, “Somebody get that doctor and nurse in here now!” Knowing how Craig felt about Rachel, he knew she would be taken care of.

  Chapter Five

  Jenna stood where Kyle had left her, even while everyone else, including the couple in the scene she had been watching, headed the same way Craig and Kyle had gone. Sir had told her to stay, and stay she would.

  Standing there looking at the floor, she didn’t notice the man walk up, until he grabbed her by the upper arm.

  “You will come with me!” a strange voice said, and the hand at her arm started dragging her off.

  Even though Sir had told her not to talk to anyone, she couldn’t not say something. “My master told me not to move. Let me go!”

  “Your master isn’t here and I am. Everyone else is busy and I want to play. You are it,” said the voice.

  “But I’m wearing Master Kyle’s collar and don’t want to play with you. I don’t even know you,” she screamed.

  “Who gives a fuck? You are a sub and I’m a Dom. If I want to play, you play. If you didn’t want to play you wouldn’t be here. Now shut up!” he said, still dragging her toward the cross thing.

  “Kyle, Kyle!” she screamed, kicking and fighting, clawing at him, trying to get away.

  “Shut up! And hold still!” He stopped and pulled a large ball gag out of his pocket. “You will shut up!” he said as he stuffed it in her mouth and attempted to fasten it.

  Really fighting and kicking now, she was making it hard for him to do what he wanted. He backhanded her across the face, almost knocking her out. “Now come on!”

  Half-unconscious, he was able to drag her to the cross and fasten her hands over her head, leaving her barely standing on her toes.

  He grabbed the back of her dress and ripped it, leaving her naked. Running his hands up and down her body, he rubbed both breasts and squeezed hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. She would be bruised tomorrow. Then he reached between her legs and said with a snicker, “Not wet yet, but you will be.”

  Still dazed, her mind screamed for Kyle, hoping somehow he would come and rescue her. Why had this man taken her? Kyle said the collar would protect her and this guy wasn’t paying it any attention.

  She heard glass breaking and the crowd cheer. Hoping that was good news and Kyle would come to find her soon, she continued to pray and mentally scream for him.

  The man behind her continued groping her, grabbing her breasts and pinching and pulling, stuffing his fingers between her legs.

  At last, he stopped and walked away. She couldn’t see what he was doing, but heard him open a cabinet and take something out.

  As he walked back, she could see he was carrying a flogger, a cane and a single tail. Oh my God, she though and tried to scream around the gag.

  “No one tells me no!” the man screamed at her. He grabbed the flogger and, with no warm up, turned and slapped her across the ass with it, making sure a few of the strips went between her legs.


  Jenna screamed into the gag and tried to escape. Jim had her fastened so tight to the cross that she could barely move.

  As Jim reared back for the second strike, he was lifted off his feet and thrown across the room. Kyle growled. “What the fuck are you doing with my sub, you fucking asshole?”

  Jim turned with raised fists to see a giant wall of rage coming at him. “Who the fuck are you?” Jim screamed, not ready to do the smart thing and back down.

  Kyle advanced on Jim and was ready to pound him into the ground. Just as he got ready to commit murder, Dean walked up and put his arms around him. Kyle turned swiftly and was ready to go after Dean. “Whoa, man. Take care of the girl. She needs you and this scum isn’t worth going to jail. We’ll put him in the dungeon with the others until Dave can get this figured out.” Dave was one of the owners of the club and had also been in the Air Force with Kyle.

  Taking a deep breath, Kyle heard the wisdom in Dean’s words. He still wanted to kill Jim, but Jenna needed him. Connie was already working on getting Jenna down and had a blanket ready to wrap her in.

  “Oh baby, I’m so sorry this happened to you,” he whispered, taking her into his arms. Connie took the gag out and Jenna sobbed.

  “I screamed for you and he put the gag in my mouth and I couldn’t scream. I told him I had to stay, that my master told me to stay. He didn’t listen, he took my arm and dragged me here. He didn’t care about the collar and he…he…”

  She was sobbing so hard now she couldn’t talk.

  Goddamn, someone is gonna pay. I’m gonna kill the fucking bastard and when I find out who let him in my club, I’m gonna kill them, too, thought Kyle. The evening had went totally FUBAR, Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition as they would say in the force, and he damn well was gonna find out why. But first, he needed to take care of Jenna. Thanking Dean and Connie for their help, he headed toward their room, holding Jenna as close to him as he could, whispering soothing words to her and moving quick.

  “Baby, do you want the doctor to check you out? Do you need to go to the hospital?” he asked.

  “No, just hold me. Promise you won’t ever let me go. Stay with me,” she cried.

  “Oh baby, I’m gonna take care of you. Let’s get you back to the room and I’m gonna find out what the fuck is going on here.”

  Chapter Six

  Back in the room, he sat in the chair and held Jenna while she cried. He tried to take the blanket and examine her, but she wouldn’t let go of him. After several long minutes, her sobbing calmed and he lifted her face to look in her eyes.

  “Baby, I am so sorry this happened to you. There are supposed to be rules in place to keep this from happening and you can damn well believe that I am going to find out what happened and make sure it doesn’t happen again. Now I’m going to give you a little whiskey to help calm your nerves and I want you to take another hot soak in the tub.” And wash that scum off of you, he thought, not wanting to upset her by saying it out loud.

  “Okay,” she said in a small voice.

  “I’m going to put you in the chair while I go run your bath, baby, I’ll be right back.”

  “No! Don’t leave me. I’ll bathe later. Don’t leave me alone,” she cried, and it almost broke his heart.

  Picking her up, he carried her into the bathroom and set her on the sink while he ran the water. Not wanting to leave her, not that she would let him, he picked her up again and went to the mini bar in the living room to pour them each a whiskey. Handing one to her, he shot his down and walked over to where he had left his phone, Still carrying Jenna, he pocketed his phone and carried her back into the bathroom. Sitting her back on the sink, he took the blanket from her and saw for the first time the marks on her breasts.

  “Somebody is gonna pay for this, you can fucking believe!” he said. “Where else did he hurt you, baby?”

  “Just there and between my legs. He got mad when I wasn’t wet for him and tried to force his fingers inside me. He also hit me on the ass with a flogger,” she said quietly.

  “Will you let me look and make sure he didn’t do any permanent damage? I want to make sure you don’t need to see a doctor or go to the hospital, baby,” he said quietly.

  “No no hospital, no doctor. You can look, but I’ll be okay. Promise me, no hospital, no doctor.” She was almost hysterical.

  “Let me look, baby,” he said, not prepared to promise anything until he saw what he was dealing with.

  She leaned back and spread her legs slowly. Kyle gently parted her folds, and held his breath, hoping the damage would be slight. She was red and swollen, but he didn’t see any signs of bleeding or trauma beyond the vigorous sex he had had with her.

  “Okay, baby, I think a hot soak will do wonders. I don’t see any tearing or other trauma, and though it may sting at first, the hot water will help relax you and help take down the swelling. Do you want another whiskey?” He knew he did.

  “Not if you have to leave me to get it,” she cried.

  “Okay baby, I won’t leave you. I need to make some phone calls and find out what the fuck happened here tonight, but I can do that while you are in the tub. Try and close your eyes and relax. I won’t leave you.” The first call he made was to Craig to see how Rachel was and if she knew anything, and what the status of the wannabe Doms was.

  After talking to Craig and finding out that they had not only the four scum he knew about, but two additional strung up in the dungeon, he got really furious. His next call was to Dave, the club’s co-owner, to see what he knew. What most people didn’t know was that Kyle was the other co-owner and actually had ruling percentage in the ownership, having put most of the money in to start the club. Dave was the hands-on manager and Kyle was the not-so-silent partner.

  “Dave, Kyle here, what the fuck’s going on here tonight? Talk about a FUBAR situation. I need you, Craig, and anyone else involved in my room in thirty minutes, and I don’t mean thirty-one. And somebody better have some answers for me. Rachel and my baby both could have been hurt badly, if not worse, and I will know how and why it happened!” He slammed the end button on his phone without waiting for an answer. Dave knew not to fuck with him.

  After letting Jenna soak in the hot water for about twenty minutes, he lifted her out of the tub and dried her off. “Baby, there are going to be all kinds of people in here in just a few minutes. Do you want to stay in the bedroom or come out and listen to what is going on?” he asked her quietly.

  “Please don’t leave me alone. I’ll sit quietly, but I need to be near you,” she cried pitifully.

  Taking her in the bedroom, he slipped one of his T-shirts over her head and wrapped her in a blanket so that all that was visible was her head. Taking her out to the living room, he poured them each another whiskey and made sure the door was open so everyone could get in without him having to get up and disturb Jenna.

  He sat in the big chair and held her tight in his lap. Rubbing her back and gently brushing her lips with his, he hoped the whiskey would do the trick and she would drift off to sleep while he was talking with the others.

  Soon Dave came in, quickly followed by Craig who was carrying Rachel, Dean and Connie, and the club security manager, Evan.

  “Thank you all for coming,” Kyle said. “Anyone who wants a drink, help yourselves. Have a seat and let’s get started. It’s been a totally FUBAR night. After I get some explanation, I want to put Jenna to bed. I know everyone is tired and stressed out, especially Rachel and Jenna. Craig, how is Rachel?”

  “As well as can be expected,” Craig answered. “The doctor checked her out. She will have bruising and soreness in her back and butt, but even though a few of the lashes broke the skin, nothing needed stitches and the doc didn’t feel it was urgent that she go to the hospital, which she refused. The wounds will need to be watched for infection and cleaned daily, but I can take care of that. The doc gave her something to help her calm down and he’s going to check on her tomorrow. She’s sleeping now, but I didn’t want to lea
ve her with anyone else. I’ll just hold her for now.”

  Knowing how he felt, Kyle just nodded. “Thank you for the information. Now, who the fuck knows what the fuck happened here tonight?”

  Dave took a deep breath and said, “From what I know, a party of eight men were admitted at the door by Theresa. They had paperwork and recommendations from Mike’s club in New Orleans, and Sam’s club in Houston. This information was passed on to Evan, and all the usual club paperwork was filled out and signed. As per protocol when recommendations are available from two respected club owners, the men were admitted and allowed full privileges.”

  “Wait a minute,” Kyle said. “You said eight men were admitted, and we have six in the dungeon. Where are the other two?”

  “We don’t know,” Dave admitted. “Evan has all of their photos on security feed and several of his people out looking for them. We’ve questioned the men in the dungeon, but they aren’t talking. We will send photos to all the clubs in the country, but are reluctant to involve the police because of the girls. No one wants to put them through any more trauma.”

  He felt Jenna shudder at the mention of the police and appreciated his friend’s concern, even though he hated the thought of the bastards getting away with what they had done.

  “They will be banned from every respectable club in the country and I have threatened them with legal action if they ever so much as show their faces in a club again,” Dave continued. “Rachel does not want to press charges and prefers to forget it as soon as possible. How does Jenna feel?”

  “Jenna would also like to forget it and not press charges. I, on the other hand, hate to see the fuckers get off scott-free,” Kyle answered. He felt Jenna relax again and knew that he could not put her through anything more than she had already been through. Going to the police would just draw everything out and make it worse for her.