Chapter Six #2
Organ music played softly from overhead speakers.
The massive space stretched before them—a long aisle bisecting rows of wooden pews.
At the front, four stairs led to a wide altar where massive golden candelabras stood beside a slab of pristine marble, carved to cradle a body and draped in white silk.
More pews encircled the slab for voyeuristic pleasure.
Rolls of silk rope and a transparent gossamer gown waited on a golden tray alongside the obligatory condoms, lube, and anal plugs.
Memories of Zach recounting how, as a boy, their twisted father had forced him to watch while he violated his child bride Blessing—and Beck’s first crush—on their “wedding night.”
His stomach pitched violently. “I-I can’t stay here. If you find Heavenly, just…bring her out. We’ll decide where else to take her.”
On the front steps, Beck filled his lungs with cool night air and fought back the nausea. Through the open doorway, he watched Seth methodically search the pews.
“Heavenly, if you’re in here, show yourself.” Seth’s voice echoed in the vast space. “We can’t do this here.”
Nothing.
Seth gave the place one more cursory search before closing the door behind him. He met Beck’s stare and shook his head.
“Thank fuck.” Beck dragged a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry for freaking out. It’s just—”
“You don’t have to explain. I was having flashbacks, too.
Not like yours. Mine were of every Sunday growing up, pulling at the tie strangling my neck and listening to a solid hour of mass in Latin while sitting, standing, kneeling, standing, sitting, kneeling, sitting, kneeling… You get the picture.”
“So the thought of fucking in a ‘church’ doesn’t turn you on either, huh?”
“About as much as a prostate exam,” Seth quipped as they pulled on their goggles again and headed down another lit path. “So…the Headmaster’s Office or Obedience Corral?”
“Let’s try the BDSM barn first. It would be a golden opportunity for us to teach her about new styles of play.”
“Exactly.” Seth tipped his chin toward the rustic building on the next rise. “Maybe she’ll be here so you can dish out some pain.”
“I’ll dish out plenty of pleasure, too…eventually. And don’t tell me you wouldn’t enjoy lighting up her sexy ass.”
“I would,” Seth conceded. “But…I also don’t hate the idea of interrogating our girl in the Headmaster’s Office.”
Same, but… “I just want to find her and get her all kinds of filthy.”
Anticipation spiking, Beck eased open the door of the weather-worn barn. As he entered beside Seth, their jaws dropped. Heat flared through his veins. This wasn’t a musty old service building, but a pervert’s paradise.
A massive black gothic four-poster bed dominated the center of the room, topped with a thick blood-red tufted leather mattress that matched the walls.
Silver cuffs dangled from O-rings attached to the frame.
A sexy red leather corset and shiny red stilettos sat atop a black padded bondage table near the bed.
Mirrors lined the ceiling and warm hardwoods covered the floor.
One wall displayed an impressive array of paddles, whips, floggers, crops, quirts, and every other impact implement imaginable.
Along another, various weights and textures of rope lay coiled on hooks.
A polished St. Andrew’s cross stood in one corner, a thickly padded bondage table in the other, with a padded spanking bench positioned between them.
On a table, he found rows of vibrators, anal plugs, and nipple clamps of all varieties.
Beck squeezed his throbbing cock as he began searching for her. “We need a room like this at home.”
Seth did the same as he explored the interior. “Totally. We’ll have to soundproof it, though. Don’t want to scare the neighbors.”
“Just imagine all the agony and ecstasy we could heap on her anytime we want…”
Seth sighed like he was picturing just that and it excited the hell out of him.
Beck checked under the bed and stood with a curse. Empty. They’d searched every possible hiding spot. “She’s not fucking here.”
“Next time we come…” Seth suggested with a dirty grin.
Beck clapped him on the shoulder. “I like the way you think.”
“So…by process of elimination, she’s at the Headmaster’s Office.” Predatory hunger gleamed in Seth’s green eyes.
“I know handing out corporal punishment doesn’t break your heart.”
Seth rubbed his hands together in anticipation. “Let’s go teach our angel a thing or two.”
They donned their goggles again and made their way to the final building. Instead of bursting through the door, they circled the perimeter of the little red schoolhouse, knocking on walls and tapping windows, letting Heavenly know they’d run her down.
“We’ve found you, angel,” Seth taunted. “We’re coming for you…”
Beck got into the spirit. “Your principals are here to deal with their naughtiest little pupil. I hope you’re ready…”
After circling the building, they stepped under the portico and removed their lenses. Then Seth eased open the door, its squeaking hinges shattering the silence.
Inside the well-lit room, a single 1950s-style school desk sat in the middle of the beige tile floor. The gauzy white gown Heavenly had been wearing was draped over the back.
Bingo!
He and Seth exchanged a knowing smile as they cased the room.
Maps and colorful posters hung on the walls.
A bank of low cabinets lined the back of the room, while a long, polished teacher’s desk dominated the front, complete with black leather-padded cuffs dangling from each corner.
Behind that, beneath a cursive alphabet border, a large blackboard held a tray with a black felt eraser and several sticks of chalk.
Various paddles and rulers hung from nearby hooks.
One wall featured cubbies filled with condoms, lube, and every penetrating toy known to man.
A nearby bookshelf was lined with baskets of even more sexual supplies.
In one corner sat a huge bed, complete with a stark white fitted sheet and bondage straps designed to thrill any pervert’s twisted heart.
A tall storage closet contained an empty hanger. What costume had Heavenly donned? If she was wearing a little pleated plaid skirt… Hmm, he got harder just thinking about it.
“We’re here,” Beck shouted. “And you’ve been a bad, bad little girl.”
“You know what’s going to happen when we find you? Principals Beckman and Cooper will give you a thorough interrogation and mete out the punishment you deserve.”
From the front of the room, a feminine gasp floated through the air.
He and Seth fist-bumped before Beck ambled toward the row of cabinets and whispered, “You start on that end. I’ll take this one.” He opened the first of the doors. “Once we find her…we’ll decide how we punish her.”
“The first time, you mean?” Seth grinned as he opened another cabinet door.
Ignoring the little whimper from the front of the room, they took their time, building the anticipation as they prowled through every storage closet and cubby.
“Where could our naughty little pupil be?” Seth drawled.
Beck dragged in a deep breath. “She’s here somewhere. I can smell her.”
“Me, too. But all this searching has worn me out.” Seth strode toward the teacher’s desk and clasped the back of the chair with a wink. “I need to sit.”
Beck eased behind him as Seth rolled the chair from under the desk. Together, they bent and peered into the alcove below. Heavenly sat curled in a ball, blinking at them, looking both deliciously pure and afraid.
“There you are. Come out.” Excitement roughened Seth’s voice. “And face us.”
Swallowing, she crawled out from beneath the desk and stood, fidgeting nervously. Beck looked her up and down—her little schoolgirl outfit straight out of his fantasies—and he forgot how to breathe.
God, she was beautiful, wearing a minuscule plaid skirt and a white blouse—at least two sizes too small.
Her golden braids, now adorned with pretty pink bows, fell over her shoulders, framing her barely contained breasts.
The skirt brushed the tops of her thighs and left the bottom half of her luscious ass bare.
Pink ruffled ankle socks with more gratuitous bows hugged her feet, along with glossy black Mary Janes.
Possessive heat spiked through his bloodstream.
“Sirs?” she breathed.
Beck’s cock lurched. A low growl vibrated from the back of his throat.
“Fuck me.” Seth stood frozen like a statue, his hot stare raking their girl.
Heavenly blinked up at them with an expression so innocent, Beck’s whole body lurched—and he started making a mental list of all the unspeakably dirty things he intended to do to her.
“I-I waited after class, like you said.” She sent them a wide-eyed, little-girl-lost stare. “Why am I in trouble?”
She wants to role-play? Beck’s cock nearly burst through his zipper.
“Did you finish your assignment, angel?” Seth asked, arching a brow.
She bowed her head in a sweetly submissive gesture. But Beck couldn’t miss the twinkle of mischief in her big blue eyes. “I did, but…”
“But what?” Seth bit out impatiently.
“Um…my dog ate it?”
“You don’t have a dog.”
“I-it was the neighbor’s dog.”
Beck smiled. He had to give their little vixen props. She played her role perfectly.
“Why was the neighbor’s dog at your house?”
“It wasn’t. My neighbor invited me to his house.”
“His?” Beck growled, gleefully joining in.
“Uh-huh. He’s a really nice man.”
Seth’s eyes narrowed. “You’re too young to be alone with a man. You were supposed to be home studying for your test.”
“The test is today?” Nervously, she nibbled her lip.
“Right now,” Beck clarified, voice thick with lust. “It’s going to be a doubly hard test, too.”
Heavenly let out a quivering breath. “Oh, no…”
“Answer me, Miss Young.” Seth barked, plucking a ruler off its nearby hook. “What were you doing alone with your neighbor at his house?”
“Well, I-I was outside watering my flowers, then—”
“Dressed like that?” Beck interrupted.