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He cupped her waist with his warm hands and
plucked her off the bottom step to stand before him. “Trust me. I’ve taken care
of everything.” Snaking his arm around her shoulder, he urged her toward the
front door. When he opened it there were six identical limousines parked out
front that strange people, each robed and masked, where piling into.

“You plan to lead the media on a merry
chase.” She liked his way of thinking.

“The third car is ours. I asked Antares to
take one of the other cars so the press wouldn’t mark us by his presence.”

When he handed her inside, the door closed
and the windows darkened to pitch black. The roar of the engine startled her.

“Easy, sweetheart.” Marc placed his hand on
her thigh. “Tonight is for adventure.”

“Adventure?” she huffed.

He leaned in to her and captured her lips.
Firm but tender, his kiss stole her resistance like it always did. She was
putty in his hands. When the caress ended she snuggled into him and sighed.

As the gates scraped open, each limousine
passed through. The media went wild dashing off on hovercrafts and other
vehicles to trail a limousine. Gia looked over her shoulder to see a Learjet
cycle with two people onboard following them.

“I should have known it was too good to
believe.”

“Patience, my love. Our driver is skilled
in subterfuge.” Confidence rang in Marc’s voice.

Within ten minutes, their chauffeur had
dodged the paparazzi, taking one turn and then the next at speeds that would
have curled Gia’s hair if it wasn’t already hanging loose in long ringlets. They
even went through a crowded mall parking garage. Another ten minutes and the
vehicle turned into an underground parking lot.

Gia stared into the darkness, feeling each
bump and turn that pushed her against Marc. In the distance, a dusty light
appeared. Beneath it stood two men dressed in black suits guarding a single
door attached to a rather old building weathered by time. She noted quickly
that there were no windows—no method of escape except through that particular
door. Of course, maybe there was another door she couldn’t readily see.

Apprehension slithered across her skin as
the limousine pulled to a stop before the building. “Marc, do you think this is
a good idea?”

He smiled beneath his domino. “Yes. A
wonderful one in fact.” He grabbed her hand as the car door rose and they
stepped onto the asphalt. The driver’s window groaned open, but only by a mere
slit. Marc murmured something she couldn’t hear and then the window rose. He
did the same to one of the guards at the door and the other man wave a hand
before a sensor to allow them entry.

Oddly, elevator music played as they
stepped into a lobby-like room with a counter and a woman behind it dressed in
a conservative black suit. She smiled. “Master Quinn, it’s so good to see you
again.”

“And you too, Bella,” Marc flashed the
woman a soft smile.

Master Quinn?
The young brunette knew Marc? How?

“May I take your coats and cloaks?”

Marc helped Gia out of the fur and then
spun his cape through the air before handing it to the clerk. In return, she
handled him a digicard. He slipped it into his pocket.

Gia leaned into him. “How does she know
you?”

“I did my training here.” Placing a warm
palm at the small of her back, he urged Gia forward down a hall.

With each step her trepidation rose.
Not
a good idea
, whispered through her head. Still, there was something heady
about the unknown, about the way her silky panties caressed her pussy, drawing
her attention to what she was and wasn’t wearing. As she tightened her grip on
Marc’s hand, she was thankful for the feather domino she hid behind.

Her eyes widened as they approached two
more guards. These men were not dressed in suits—far from it. They each wore
skintight leather pants. One had a massive quantity of chains crisscrossing his
bare torso while the other had piercings in each nipple that a gold chain hung
from. The one with all the hardware opened the door and a flood of music, of
laughter, of moans spilled out, making every muscle in Gia’s body react,
tighten.

When Marc escorted her into the room her
jaw dropped. Everywhere she looked, people were dressed like her and Marc, and
some were stark-ass naked or wearing only a collar attached to a leash. To the
right, a kneeling woman with nothing but strips of leather wrapped around her
breasts that crossed to circle her upper thighs was giving some man head. Her
moans were vocal and wet as she slid her mouth up and down the man’s erection.
The way he looked at her with fire in his eyes made Gia swallow hard.

“You won’t ask me to do that?” Her words
were a mere whimper of protest.

“No, honey. At least not here.”

Gia almost died when his hand slipped
between her thighs and he discovered her wetness. The grin on his face widened.

Okay. So she was aroused as well as
shocked. Who could blame her? The place screamed of sex. The musky scent
lingered in the warm air.

Without a word, he moved her forward until
a lean, muscular man stopped before him. “Master Quinn.” He extended his hand
to Marc.

Marc grasped the blond-haired man’s hand.
“Master Demon.”

The man Marc called Master Demon slid a hot
gaze up and down her body and she could almost swear she felt his touch.
“Exquisite.”

Gia didn’t miss the large bulge in his
leather pants or the heat in his blue eyes. A scar ran diagonally across a
six-pack abdomen many men would die for. The stomach—not the scar. Yet it lent
a dangerous mien to the man.

“She is that and more,” Marc responded with
an air of pride.

“Will you be auctioning her off?”

Auction? Oh shit!

Marc wouldn’t dare—would he?

Gia snapped her frightened gaze to Marc’s
lustful one. He firmed his hand at her back.

“This one is mine.” There was a bite of
possessiveness to his response.

“I see.” Master Demon swept his hungry gaze
over her once more. “Pity.” Then he smiled a predatory grin. “If you tire of
Master Quinn you can find me here, Little Red Riding Hood.”

When he turned and walked away, Gia sucked
in a breath of relief. “Marc, maybe we should go.”

He pinned her with a hard glare. “Do you
trust me?”

Did she?

“Yes,” she murmured, before she realized
she’d spoken aloud.

“I’ve rented a private playroom. Just you
and me.” His low growl made the muscles in her pussy squeeze tight. “We’ll have
to progress through this room in order to get to ours.”

And so they did.

In one corner a woman was hogtying a man.
Lying on his stomach, his arms and ankles bent behind him, the agony on his
face clashed with the bliss clouding his brown eyes. When the dark-haired woman
moved with skill, pulling the ropes to make him cry out, he came with an
ecstasy-filled moan. As the woman stepped aside, the man rose into the air
without use of chains or suspension cords. That’s when Gia realized he hovered
over an anti-gravity chamber. Everything that came into contact with the flow
of the air joined the man.

The next alcove was another gravity chamber,
but this time a naked couple were engaged in intercourse while floating in
space. Heat raced across Gia’s cheeks but she couldn’t tear her eyes from the
sight. As the man and woman turned upside down, Gia tilted her head, wondering
how they could maintain contact in that awkward position.

Marc had the nerve to laugh at her as he
urged her forward.

In another corner, a woman was strapped to
what looked like a cross. She wore a full black leather suit with a multitude
of zippers. The ones across her breasts were splayed wide so that her nipples
were bared. Gia shivered at the sight of the nipple clamps attached. She knew
the pleasure-pain those little vises induced. When the man standing next to her
tugged on the chain connected to each clamp, the woman groaned a deep, throaty
sound. Moisture dampened Gia’s thighs. She squeezed them together as she walked
to keep from moaning herself.

Yes. Everything here was beyond her
imagination, but she couldn’t deny that there was something hot and arousing
about the scenes. Even the screams coming from a woman somewhere behind them
were laced with sensuality.

Marc weaved her through the throng off to a
row of doors as if he knew exactly where he was going. When they stopped before
a blue door a chill raced up her spine. What would she find behind it?

Marc’s breathing was already labored. He
could sense Gia’s excitement. Yes, she was frightened, but that was expected,
even desired. It would make the moment she came so much sweeter.

“Ready?” he whispered close to her ear and
felt the tremor that snaked through her.

“Yes.” Her answer was soft, breathless.

Slipping the digikey from his pocket, he
scanned it across the sensor pad and the door slid open. He entered first,
turning to face her as he pocketed the key. He needed to see her expression
when she entered.

Marc wasn’t disappointed.

As she walked into a nineteenth-century
dungeon complete with holograms of people in varying stages of sexual torture,
she gasped. Her eyes grew as large as saucers at the screams, growls and soft
cries. Even the musky scent of sex filled the room. She stared at the wall of
torture devices and the table next to a wooden restraint device, and then at
him. “Marc?”

“Do you trust me?” he asked again.

She bit her bottom lip, worrying the piece of
flesh caught between small white teeth.

“Do you want to go home?”

She shook her head. “No.”

With her hand in his, he brought it to his
lips. “That’s my girl.” Then he led her toward the obscure piece of equipment
near the wall of toys. “Sit down on this board and then slide your bottom down
so your back rests against this other board, locking your arms behind you to
hold on.” Her body would sag between the two boards, and then the fun would
begin.

When she complied, he strapped her ankles
and her arms. The minute he began to move the contraption, the cutest shriek of
surprise pushed from her lips. He flipped her over onto her abdomen and she
landed against a padded board as her head went downward and her ass rose into
the air.

A tight giggle slipped from her lips. “You
know this isn’t very dignified.” Long auburn hair swept the floor, hiding her
face.

“No, baby, but it’s sexy as hell. You’re
wide open to me.”

And she was.

The split in her panties revealed her pink
nether lips and even her clit, peeking out from beneath its hood.

“Are you comfortable?”

Broken laughter met his question. “What do
you think?”

He couldn’t help chuckling. “Okay. Let me
rephrase that. Do you hurt?”

“No. But I think that man over there is
staring at me.”

Marc looked over his shoulder to see a bear
of a man was indeed watching her. The raw lust in his eyes set even Marc on
edge. Maybe the whole realism scene he wanted to portray was too much. He
reached for the digikey in his pocket and ran his thumb over the disengage
strip. The imagines filling the room flickered and then dissolved.

He turned back around to the woman before
him. “Better?”

She nodded.

Leaning down, Marc planted a soft kiss
against her moist pussy and was delighted when she sighed. Hell. There was
nothing stopping him from tasting her. He slid his tongue along her slit and
she pulled against her bindings to no avail. When he pushed his tongue between
her folds to taste her, she cried out his name.

“Please. I need you inside me.”

“You’ll have to earn that pleasure.” The
feminine scent of her arousal was driving him mad. “Did you like it when I
spanked you?”
Put my hand mark on your ass?

“Yes,” she groaned, wiggling. “Please,
Marc. Fuck me and then you can do anything you want.”

Anything?

Intriguing and appealing. But for now he
wanted to discover Gia’s limitations. There was a thin line between pain and
pleasure and they’d been skirting around it. He planned to find her threshold
tonight.

Picking up a six-tail flogger, he lightly
drew it over her thighs, ass and then the tender skin of her pussy. Her sex
tightened and released. The movement was enough to send a rush of blood
straight to his groin. He fought the groan surfacing. When he could suck air
into his lungs again he snapped his wrist.

Gia gasped and flinched but didn’t say
anything.

With practiced flicks of his wrist, he
bathed her thighs in stings, moving across her ass, relishing her broken cries.
Slowly he rubbed his palm over the warm surface, knowing that by stimulating
her bloodflow, the feeling would intensify.

“Oh my God,” she choked. “Ow…ow…ow… It
feels like needles penetrating my skin.”