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And then she understood. She knew where she’d heard this voice, understood why she’d felt such adverse negative reaction to him all week.

“You’ll come with me now. We’re going to go outside and get into my car. And if you give me any trouble whatsoever, I
will
kill you.”

“It was you who kidnapped and murdered those other two women?”

“I needed to practice for you, didn’t I? Now get up.” Molly looked into his eyes, saw they looked a little mad, and she believed him. Slowly she got to her feet, never taking her gaze from his. Once she was in the car, surely she could find a break. They would be driving through mid-afternoon traffic. Traffic would slow and she could jump out, run. Here and now, he stood close enough that any shot would kill her and yet not close enough for her to try and tackle him.

She’d taken some self defense classes a couple years ago. She wished now she’d kept them up.

“Yes, I see in your eyes you understand that I am claiming you.

The moment I saw you being led to auction, I knew you were meant to be mine. After all, I saw you first.” He stepped to the side and placed the file folder he carried in front of his gun. “Keep your gaze on the ground and step outside. Directly in front of you, my car awaits. Open the door to the back seat and get in.”

Molly walked outside, her eyes scanning the street, disappointment a crushing wave when she saw no one walking or standing close by. Still, Brian had already proven himself a murderer and, from what he’d just said to her, deluded. Did he think her so meek a sub that she would obey him? Then she’d use that to her advantage and play the part until she got into the car. The moment he got behind the wheel, she’d jump him from behind. Could she put
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enough pressure with her arm around his neck to make him pass out?

She believed she was scared enough, and mad enough, to do just that.

“Open the door slowly and get in, but do not sit. No, I want you in face first, prone on the seat.”

Molly reached out and opened the rear door of the car. She would make her move the instant he got behind the wheel, that little prick.

Focusing on trying for the best position, with her right hand under her to help her spring back up fast, she moved into the car.

A sharp nip on her ass made her cry out. He fell on top her, pushing her down onto the seat. As his hand came around to cover her mouth she began to struggle. A wave of dizziness swamped her. He undulated his hips, and she felt the ridge of his erection against her.

Another wave of dizziness, this one accompanied by nausea, made her gasp.

“We’ll just stay like this a couple of minutes, slave. The drug will work quickly and keep you under for a while. Now sleep. And when you awaken, you will be home and your real training will begin.” Molly’s head spun as she tried one more time to throw him off her. In her ear, his lurid chuckle grated, and then it echoed off into nothingness.

* * * *

Alan whistled as he crossed the street from the car park. Molly’s spot was right next to his, and it pleased him immensely to see her car there. It also pleased him that she so unhesitatingly did as Richard asked and stayed home today.

Yes, part of the reason was her newfound resolve to be a bit more sensitive to Richard’s need to keep his loved ones safe. But part of the reason she’d agreed so readily, he believed, was because she needed a change.

Maybe she’d be interested in starting her own company, a one-woman accounting firm. Well, one woman to begin with. He would
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certainly use her professional services, and he’d bet Richard would, too. There must be other small businesses that would benefit from the services of a top-notch accountant.

Alan looked at the keys in his hand, maneuvering the lot so he held the door key. Perhaps tonight after dinner, he would bring up the subject.

His thoughts scattered and he froze in place for one long second.

The front door stood cracked open.

He reached for his cell phone even as he pushed the door open farther with his foot. He hit number one on his speed dial.

“Molly?” He called her name loudly even though he knew,
he
knew
, the house stood empty.

“Grant.”

Thank God, Richard answered. “Is Molly with you?”

“No. Damn her, if she went out after I expressly told her—” Alan heard crunching underfoot. His frightened gaze took in the table, the broken glass.

“Not willingly. The front door is open and the table and vase knocked over. Oh God, Richard, I think he took her.”

“I’m on my way. Stay outside. Alan, do you hear me? I’ll be there in fifteen minutes tops. You stay outside and wait for me.”
Because he’s afraid of what I might find inside
. Richard taking care of him, even at such a moment.

“All right, yes, I’ll wait outside.” He knew there would be nothing gruesome to find inside because the house
felt
empty. Molly was gone, taken against her will. He knew that, just as he knew she was all right. So far.

Richard beat his estimate by half, and he could see why. Jordan Fitzpatrick pulled up in his new Mercedes and Richard leapt out the car before it fully stopped. Behind Jordan, red and blue emergency lights flashing, a brown Buick, and a black and white patrol car also screeched to a stop. He recognized the man who got out of the Buick
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as Tom Brady, a friend of Richard’s. Two uniformed officers emerged from the black and white, guns drawn.

“The door was open. I didn’t touch anything and I didn’t go beyond just inside the door.”

“Stay here with Jordan,” Richard said.

Alan saw both fear and anger on his lover’s face and a similar expression on Jordan’s.

“Richard and Brady were at my club. We thought if we could all three go through the membership list we might see something that would give us a clue, and we were just about to do so when you called.” He turned his black eyes on him. “Are you all right?”

“Scared witless,” Alan admitted.

“Yeah, me too.”

Richard came out of the house. “Brady’s calling for a forensics team. She’s not there. The door doesn’t look forced.”

“But it could have been. We can’t tell just by looking.” Alan said,

“He might have been dressed in some innocent guise so that she felt comfortable opening the door to him,” Jordan said.

“We have a time frame, anyway. Within the hour. There was a single cup of coffee brewed and the burner is still on.” Alan nodded. The one cup maker shut off after an hour.

“Listen, why don’t you come back to my place—we’ll get that membership list and the three of us will pour over it. We’ll get Marcus and Chastity to help. Richard,” Jordan looked solidly at the other man, “you can’t stay here. Let the police have room to work.” Richard nodded. “Yes, you’re right. Just let me give a key to Brady, and I’ll forward the house phone to my cell just in case.” Alan had never seen Richard so shaken. His gaze followed him into the house, then turned to look at Jordan.

“We’ll find her,” Jordan said. “I’ll call Marcus and Chastity, let them know what’s going on. Marcus will get to printing those copies out for us.” He headed down to his car and stood by the driver’s side
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door, talking. When he closed his phone and put it away, he simply stood and waited.

Richard emerged from the house only a couple of minutes later.

“Brady’s going to swing by Jordan’s place when he’s done here.” He looked directly at Alan then. In a rare public display, he stroked his face and placed a kiss on his cheek. “We’ll find her, love. We’ll get her back.”

His master’s confidence bolstered Alan’s. Yes, of course they would find Molly and get her back.

She belonged to them.

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Molly struggled to open her eyes, to pull herself out of sleep. She felt muzzy and sore. She tried to move her arms but couldn’t.

Something was wrong, something was horribly wrong.

Memory flooded her on a gasp. She opened her eyes, blinked.

Oh God
.

She lay prone on a flat surface, cold steel, like a table. Her wrists were encased in handcuffs, bare steel ones that held her arms totally immobile on either side above her head. The table seemed to end just below her hips, so her legs hung down slightly and were spread. She felt metal encasing her ankles and she couldn’t move them either, couldn’t bring them together, and she very much wanted to do that.

She was totally naked.

Molly paid attention to her body, tried to determine if that bastard had raped her. But she didn’t feel violated. Despite the amount of sex she’d been having recently, she believed she’d know if he’d done that to her while she’d been unconscious.

Other than being restrained, cold, and having a bit of a headache, she was so far unharmed.

She didn’t fool herself into believing even for a moment she’d remain that way for long. Did he plan to kill her? She didn’t think so.

Recalling her meeting with him when he’d been at Reckless Abandon, and the words he’d said to her before he’d drugged her, he thought she was his property. His
sub
.

Would playing the part ease her treatment, lower his guard? Give her the opportunity to escape?

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She had no answers, only questions. Inside her, fear warred with anger. Cold, she shivered.

She tried to get a look at her surroundings, but poor lighting hampered her efforts. She felt as if she was in a fairly small room, as the space didn’t have that wide-open feeling. She listened but could hear no sounds of traffic, no city sounds at all. Soundproofing?

Turning her head as far as she could to the right, she thought she saw a window, one with a curtain hanging down. Faint light seeped around it so she knew it wasn’t fully dark out yet.

So, likely the room had no soundproofing. If she screamed, would anyone hear her? Anyone other than her captor?

Molly blinked. She wanted out of here. She wanted to go home.

She wanted Richard and Alan. She’d beg Richard to punish her for being so stupid as to unlock the front door.

Oh God, her men must be going through hell! Molly regretted that almost more than she regretted being in this horrible situation.

Her thoughts cut off when the door opened.

“Good, you’re awake. I’m eager to get started.” He came toward her, and she found she could look up, and see him. Dressed as he had been that night at Reckless Abandon, he leered at her. He walked around the table, and when he stood by her feet, she felt her face heat with embarrassment.

“Your cunt looks quite delicious. I was amazed, when I undressed you, not to find more of your former master’s marks on you. A little redness on your ass and that was all. Have you proven so amenable to being dominated, then? Seeing your haughty ways at work, I wouldn’t have thought so. But maybe diva is a role you played in your job.

We’ll see.”

Molly didn’t answer him. Everything inside her froze when he reached out and brushed a finger against her pussy. He pressed in, just slightly.

“You’re wet. I’m not surprised. You’re a genuine sub, aren’t you?”

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She knew she wasn’t wet. He must be totally in his own fantasy world. Molly kept quiet. Maybe he expected that, and maybe she was playing into his fantasy, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of hearing fear in her voice.

“I’m sure you’d like me to fuck you, to lose myself in your cunt.” He leaned in close to her, and she could smell the sickly sweet aftershave he wore. “Well, I’m not going to. Not right away.” He walked away from her. Had he thought that would disappoint her? She tried not to sigh with relief. Listening, she could hear sounds, movement, but couldn’t guess what he was doing.

“I’ve learned a lot over the last week, working with Ginny and Patricia. I worked hard because I knew that I needed to train you properly. You will be my slave for life, after all. It is your destiny. If you are lucky, I will gift you with my seed, make you my brood mare.

But first, I’ve seen your willfulness, your inappropriate arrogance. I must rid you of those traits so that you will make the perfect submissive. You must be trained. You must be broken.” He set three items on the table where she could see them.

“I’ll use the round paddle with tiny little beads first. This will draw blood to your ass, redden you nicely. Then the board. Smooth and oblong, made of ebony, it will sting like nothing you’ve ever felt before. It will further prepare your ass for this, my favorite. This leather strap was hand carved for me. With this I will mark your flesh, give you welts that will proclaim whose property you are. But don’t worry. I’m in no hurry so you should be able to enjoy your punishment. After all, perfection cannot be rushed, and I will show you I’m a benevolent Master. I will allow you rest between sessions.” He reached out, ran his hand down her back, down over the globes of her ass. He brushed her pussy once more, and it took all of her will power not to react.

“When you have earned the privilege, when you have proven yourself eagerly submissive, you will be branded.”
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Molly shivered, the horror of what lay before her making her want to puke. It would be a miracle if she didn’t. He leaned down close to her again.

“I will take great pleasure in your screams, bitch.”
That
voice belonged to Brian.

My God, the man is totally insane, totally schizophrenic.

He strode to the head of the table and picked up the paddle. His footsteps echoed in the room, echoed in her ears with the sound of her ragged breathing and the pounding of her heart.

Swoosh
.
Smack
.

Molly jerked, shut her eyes tight and bore down on the scream that wanted to tear from her soul.

Swoosh
.
Smack
.