My Addiction (Club Desire #2)(71)

It tore at his heart to see her this way.

She enjoyed playing with a wide variety of Doms, so he wasn’t surprised she’d agreed to play with a new one. He had tried to counsel her to wait and see their styles of play before she partnered with any of them, but Min had a mind of her own, and advice often flew past her without making any type of impression.

An accusing internal voice screamed inside his head that she probably relied on the fact that all new Doms had been fully vetted and trained.

Damn it! Frank had been fully vetted and trained. They must have missed something. Anger and powerlessness churned through him and he pushed them away, forcing himself back into a calm, analytical mindset that would help him make sense of this.

Min had unrestricted use of Basement 4, so that explained how Frank had gotten down here with her. Those with access could bring guests who already had full dungeon rights to the main floor and Basement 2. However, it didn’t shed any light on why Frank had ignored her hard limits, or the fact that she’d dropped the ribbon, indicating she wanted him to stop.

Min definitely liked harder play than most subs he knew, but even she had limits.

Her whimpers stopped, and she unfurled her fingers, which she’d been clenching in tight fists.

Dex slowly released her, still careful of the harsh marks. He gently unbuckled the ball gag, trying not to take too much of her dark red hair with it in the process. Frank had fastened it without making sure the strands weren’t caught.

As soon as he removed the ball from her mouth, she let out a huge rush of air that turned into soft sobs. “Master Dex. Thank God. I’m sorry. I know…”

She trailed off as he rubbed his fingers over her scalp, something he knew she found soothing from their time in aftercare together. A tiny sliver of relief slid through him that she was talking and aware. That didn’t mean there would be no lasting emotional toll, but nonetheless, he was happy to hear it.

“Min. It’s okay. Don’t try to talk yet. I’m here. We’ll get you taken care of, and I swear he will never touch you again.”

A large shudder ran through her. She would start to feel cold as the adrenaline ebbed. He needed to hurry. He had to find a blanket and get her looked over by the medical staff, just in case she was seriously injured.

The bruises didn’t seem much worse than Min had willingly taken with floggers or paddles in the past. But the cane would have hurt much more, and done more deep tissue damage. The skin at her wrists and ankles might need some extra care.

“I’m going to undo the rest of the bonds so we can get you out of here. I’ll try to be gentle, but this may hurt…and not in a good way.”

A soft laugh broke through Min’s sobs, as he’d hoped. She loved riding the razor-thin line between pleasure and pain, but she’d always done it with Doms who wouldn’t push her too far…at least until today. She often joked that pain was a part of life, so if possible, she made it all the good kind.

Within minutes, Brent was back with a rolling stretcher and a few of Club Desire’s medical staff. They were mostly former emergency room doctors and nurses who appreciated the well-paying and normally easy and boring job that also gave them rights to use the dungeon floor after their sub or Dom training was complete.

This was the worst incident that had happened inside Club Desire since it had opened. Although Dex had heard about worse at other clubs.

This was why Brent had insisted there be surveillance in nearly every area of the club.

It grated on Dex that something he could have missed had allowed this to happen.

He cursed inwardly as guilt ate at him. He hadn’t done this to Min, but he had ordered Frank’s background check and done some of his training.

Since Dex had been a high-level FBI analyst for several years before completing the training to become a field agent, he had reliable connections who should have unearthed things above and beyond any normal background checks.

Frank had appeared to be a good Dom, with nothing on his record to give any indication he would cross the line like this. In fact, his last dungeon had given him a glowing recommendation.

Dex would be talking to them very soon. If Frank had tortured Min, how many other women had fallen victim to the man?

He shook his head and turned his attention back to Min.

As the medical staff took over, he was nudged aside, but he continued to hold her hand as they gently lifted her and laid her facedown onto the stretcher. “Dex.” Her voice was much too soft for the woman he knew.

He leaned close to her face so he could hear her better. “I’m here.”

“Thank you.” She squeezed his hand harder. “I should’ve listened to you. I’m sorry.”

He stroked a hand over her cheek and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Don’t worry about anything right now. I probably have to go answer some questions for the PPD, but I’ll be up to check on you soon.”

She forced a small smile, but it ended when she winced as the gurney started to move. Dex waited until the last second to let go of her hand. Even if this had happened to a stranger, his anger would have burned just as bright. No Dom should take advantage of a submissive the way Frank had. There was never any excuse.

Dex straightened and blew out a few deep breaths, hoping to regain his equilibrium before he spoke to the police. Not that he had done anything out of line, but he always liked to go into any situation clear headed and in control of himself.