Chapter Two.
Nun
I ground my teeth as I listened to my club manager explain what she’d found. A client had beaten a submissive to pulp. Blue looked up from where he lay and lifted himself on one elbow.
“How bad is Rhines?”
“He’ll have scars and nightmares for life,” Teri replied. She was furious. “I pulled the footage. Nun, Rhines used the safe word constantly, and she didn’t stop until he was unconscious.”
“Okay. Send Rhines to the private clinic. It’s on our bill,” I responded. “Track her. I want to know if she’s done this previously.”
“How far back?” Teri asked.
“To the beginning. I’ll be in soon. Who was it?”
“Miss Moneybags herself. Clara Knight.”
“Thanks, Teri, start pulling that footage and checking it.” I hung up. “Blue…”
“I know, you gotta go. Need some help?”
I went to refuse and paused. Clara visited once a week. There’d be a lot of recordings.
“Would you mind?”
“No. Clara’s nasty,” Blue stated and shocked the hell out of me.
“That bitch made moves on you?” I demanded, laying a hand on his arm.
Blue held my gaze. “Clara’s got nothing on you.”
“That’s not what I asked, Blue. Has that cunt tried to claim you?”
“Yeah, but I’m not interested,” Blue replied, holding my eyes. Blue had attended the club with me as my sub many times. My teeth ground audibly together as possessiveness rose.
“Did Clara lay hands on you?” I gritted out.
“Yes. I refused her.”
I started to seethe. How dare that cunt touch my property? “Was Clara aware you were mine?”
“Yeah, Nun, I pushed Clara away, okay?”
“No. Where did she touch you, Blue?”
He averted his gaze, and I began to hit Defcon One.
“Blue,” I repeated.
“My ass and cock. She groped my ass and told me she’d love to claim it, and then grabbed my cock before stating what a lucky bitch you were,” Blue admitted.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I was strangely hurt.
“Because it wasn’t the first time it has happened, Nun.”
“What do you mean?” I stiffened.
“Bitches and some men grab us on account of us being sluts; they consider us weak and pretty. They believe they can touch us since you guys do. We’re used to it. It’s part and parcel of being in the stable; they think we’ll sleep with anyone.”
“Get dressed,” I ordered. Blue nodded quietly. I reached out and grabbed his chin. “They’re gonna pay for touching what’s mine.”
Blue held my eyes before nodding.
“Holy shit, Nun’s on a killing spree,” Belladonna yelled as I entered the rec room.
Heart flinched. “Rein it, Nun, even with my shield I’m feeling you.”
I ground my teeth. “Poker, shore up. Heart, get all the stable here now!” I snapped.
Sapphire lifted her head from Wylde’s chest. “What’s going on?” she urged.
“We’re gonna find out,” I snarled as the stable came from all over. As soon as they were present, I pointed a finger at them. They blanched; even non-ability people could feel my anger.
“Who has been touched up and propositioned by bitches and cunts outside the club?” I demanded. The room became charged with energy as my sisters sat up.
“They wear property of RHMC cuts, and someone disrespected them?” Sapphire asked, straightening.
“You know we get shit about it,” Cass said.
“Yes, not being groped and sexually assaulted,” I barked.
“You’ve been harassed?” Birdie inquired.
“We’re used to it; we don’t act on it,” Romeo replied.
Belladonna’s head snapped to Wylde. “Holy crap, you better ‘fess up.”
If I thought Sapphire was pissed before, it was nothing compared to now. “You too?”
Wylde shrugged. “Not as bad as them, but yeah, some people have had shit to say.”
“Look, none of us have cheated or stepped out of line. Honest, we haven’t.” Piston held his hands up, looking worried.
“It ain’t that, Piston. It’s the fact that you’ve been disrespected. You’re under our protection and ain’t pieces of meat. You’re not public property, and you’re not there for women to grope. Under our roof, you’re owed respect,” Sparrow said.
Blue laughed, and I caught his eye. “Respect? The only ones who show that are you guys. Everyone else treats us like whores. As long as you don’t, then we don’t care.
Let them think what they want. It’s common knowledge that you click your fingers, and we sleep with you.
That makes us weak because we bow to you.
It also makes us desirable because other bitches assume they can command us the same way.
They get nasty when we refuse to act the way they expect.
We stick together and watch each other’s backs. We’re used to this.”
“You shouldn’t be. The disrespect you’ve been shown reflects on us. It stops now. Anyone other than one of us touches you, we want to know,” Sapphire declared.
“We’ll be bothering you all every five minutes,” Cass said.
“Then you do that, Cass; after the first few beatdowns, they’ll soon learn,” Dagger insisted.
“And as for you. We’re gonna talk,” Sapphire poked Wylde’s chest.
“Babe, you can’t beat the world up,” Wylde replied.
“Wanna fuckin’ bet?” Sapphire ground out.
“God, you make me horny,” he stated, and we all groaned.
I held Blue’s eyes, letting him see my anger that someone dared to touch him. Not even my sisters did now. Blue belonged to me and had for a long time.
He inclined his head, and I headed for the door with Blue following. I swung up onto my Harley, and Blue climbed up behind me.
“I mean it, Blue; if I find out you held back, I’ll kill a bitch,” I promised. Blue squeezed my waist in response, and I revved my hog and rode out.
A week later.
I glowered as Clara Knight waltzed into The Royal Lounge. The cunt considered herself top dog around here. But she was on my land, in my club, and was about to learn not to mess with me.
“Bring her in,” I ordered Teri. She nodded and walked out.
I watched the cameras as Teri approached Clara and told her I wanted a private drink.
Clara smirked and followed Teri to the back rooms with the offices.
She entered mine, sauntered over to a chair, and sat down without invitation. Strike one.
“How are you tonight, Nun?” she asked as she smoothed her leather pants.
I glanced at Blue, who stood behind me, and Teri on the other side. “Disturbed,” I replied.
Clara raised an eyebrow. “That’s a shame. Is your submissive not doing it for you? You’ve had him a while; perhaps it’s time for a change. That or he needs further training.”
“I’m sorry?”
“For what?” Clara assumed I was saying sorry.
“Oh, I’m not apologising, Clara; I thought I’d misunderstood what you just said. Blue wears a property cut, which means he belongs to the Royal Harlots. Surely, you’re not trying to claim RHMC property; that would be a very foolish mistake.”
Clara picked up on my tone but ignored the warning. “It was merely an offer between friends.”
“Since when are we that? I operate an exclusive club, and you are a client. No more, no less.” Annoyance flashed through Clara’s eyes, but she inclined her head. Superiority crossed her face.
“You’re correct; we do run in different circles.”
“I run in one where rules mean something. You seem to disregard them.”
Clara sneered. “Rules aren’t for people like me.”
“Aye. So you say.” I flicked my TV on and pressed play. The footage came up of her beating the shit out of her previous submissive.
“Hank Rhines. Thirty-five years old. A rather successful accountant and all-round nice guy. He comes here to give over control and power. He’s been a member for three years, and once he leaves here, Hank becomes that powerful man again.
However, the last time he left here, Rhines did it in an ambulance.
Rhines used his safe word no less than forty-five times, and you did not stop,” I hissed.
“He didn’t mean it,” Clara said, unconcerned. Her lack of compassion pissed me off.
“Oh, Rhines meant it; he was still saying it on the way to the hospital,” I argued. “And he’s not the first. You breached our regulations, and that is unforgivable. Your submissive used his safe word, and you continued.”
“Oh, just throw a few thousand at Hank; he’ll soon forget it,” Clara said dismissively.
“No, Clara, you broke the rules, spat on the exclusive membership we were given, and worse, thought you could disrespect me and the RHMC.”
“What will you do, Nun? Spank me. Boo-hoo, a couple of guys got hurt. I’ll give you a million dollars, share it out amongst them.” Clara rose to her feet.
I clicked my fingers, and security came through the door.
“What’s this, Nun? Intending to throw me out? Sex clubs are easy to find.”
“No. You’re going to pay in flesh for every stroke you dished out after they uttered their safe word. Clare, you abused ten men; nine barely walked out of here; one didn’t. You will pay his hospital fees, and make no mistake, the private clinic we used is very expensive.”
“Fine, send me the bill.” Clara flicked her hand dismissively and walked to the door, completely unconcerned.
“That won’t be happening, Clara. I stated that you’d pay in flesh. I meant that. Take her to my playroom,” I ordered.
Clara began shouting and struggling as security took her arms. Teri marched forward and shoved a ball gag in her mouth. Clara’s eyes went wide.
“We’ll be taking the fees for Hank’s hospital charges.
And you’ll be paying each client ten million dollars each.
Luckily, you’ve enough in your bank to pay.
I can’t wait to see you explain to your husband where the money disappeared to.
Actually, Arthur’s right here,” I sneered, and the door opened again.
Clara turned pale. She babbled frantically, but Arthur Knight stared at her coldly. “When this distasteful episode is finished, we’re getting divorced,” he stated, spun around, and left.
Clara fought against security as they dragged her out. I planned to enjoy every stroke I would dish out.
“Blue, wear a new mask and change. You’re going to take revenge for the men Clara abused first.” Surprise flashed into his eyes, and then he nodded. “Make Clara hurt and ensure she bleeds.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he replied.