I smile. “Looks like it worked out.”
The girls spot us and wave.
We wave back.
Eve looks very sweet. She even shrugs her shoulders up and giggles when she sees me.
I stare at her, wondering how the hell I’m going to watch her get spanked by another man.
Chapter 18
Colton
When we turn around, Leah is heading toward us. “You wanted to see me, Sir?” she asks Roman.
“Ah, yes. I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind doing a spanking scene for our guest to watch.” Roman nods toward me. “You probably met at the entrance, but Leah, this is Colt. Colt, Leah.”
I extend a hand because it seems polite.
She smiles. “Nice to meet you, Sir. I’d be happy to help out.”
It feels strange for random people to call me Sir. It’s also weird that I spied on this woman with Eve last week at lunch. She doesn’t know it. I doubt Eve has told her.
She turns toward Roman. “Who’s going to dominate me, Sir?”
“I was going to ask Stephan, if that’s okay with you. You two have chemistry that draws a crowd.”
“Sounds good, Sir.”
“Perfect.” Roman leads us back into the main room and Davis and I hang back while Roman speaks to Stephan and Leah. Finally, he nods toward the far corner of the room, and we head that direction.
“What’s special about Leah getting spanked as opposed to anyone else?” I ask Davis.
Davis smiles at me. “You’ll see. She’s the polar opposite of the woman we saw earlier. She finds spanking extremely sexual and will orgasm for a crowd.”
I nod. Interesting. “Is she little?”
Davis laughs. “Not even close. Though I’m pretty sure Eve has tried to get her to turn to the dark side on more than one occasion.”
Even more interesting.
Roman joins us to one side and we talk while Leah and Stephan discuss their plans. The entire process is fascinating. These people negotiate every detail in full before they do a scene. I never realized how incredibly diligent the fetish community is about safety.
More people are starting to arrive, and I glance around, carefully noting everyone I see.
Roman is frowning when I look back in his direction. “It unnerves me that someone among us might be considering such a heinous crime,” he murmurs.
“I know. Let’s hope I’m wrong,” I respond. “But in the meantime, I’m going to watch closely.”
“You don’t think any one person is working alone to snatch women though, do you?” Roman asks.
“Not a chance,” Davis responds. He knows as well as I do. The man who attempted to sell Britney eight months ago was not working alone. I’m certain we’re dealing with the same outfit this time. It was only a matter of time before they attempted to grab another woman.
No chance it’s a one-man operation. Since no one at the club recognizes the stalker from the photo, my inclination is that someone inside the club is still in on this crime. They are thorough. Their MO is to scope out a woman and then track her until they’re ready to move. Just like was the case with Britney, I wish I knew the actual date the exchange is planned. But once again, I do not.
Roman steps closer and glances around. Luckily no one is near us. “So, all you know still is that someone is stalking her and you have a tip that came in warning you she was a target. And you’re thinking there’s an incredibly good chance that an accomplice to the kidnapping is a member of the club. Nothing new?”
I sigh. “That’s correct.” I’m not one bit closer to solving this crime than I was a week ago—or three weeks ago, to be honest.
Roman winces. “Hate it.” He glances around. “Just fucking hate it. There are a lot of vulnerable women here, my own wife included.”
“I noticed a man standing outside the daycare,” Davis points out. “Not a coincidence, is it?”
Roman shakes his head. “No. I wanted extra security. He’s a friend. Craig Darwin. We go way back. He’s retired Army. He was gracious enough to do this for me. I don’t like the littles unprotected in that daycare. Not Lucy or any of them. They are more vulnerable than anyone in the place because they get left alone.”
Davis nods. “I did pin him as military. How much does he know about the BDSM community?”
I noticed him myself, but I had no way of realizing he was out of place. I’m glad to know he’s here.
Roman chuckles. “More than the rest of us combined.”
Davis smirks. “Okay then.”
“Trust me. He’s solid. I’ve been trying to get him to visit the club ever since his divorce five years ago, but he wouldn’t do it. If I’m lucky, he’ll get lured back into the scene while standing guard.”
Movement to my right causes me to shift my attention toward Leah and Stephan. He’s guiding her toward what I know to be a St. Andrew’s cross. Leah is dressed nothing like Eve or Britney or Lucy. She’s not a little. She’s wearing a tight black skirt, platform heels, and a red corset that pushes her breasts up and gives her amazing cleavage.
Stephan lifts her chin with one finger.
When she looks at him, I see a very submissive woman, nothing like the woman I saw at lunch Sunday or at the front desk when we arrived. She has transformed, much like Eve does when she switches to her little.
Stephan is speaking to her in a soft voice I can’t hear, and she’s nodding. When he’s done, he angles her toward the cross face first and lifts her arms one at a time, securing them spread high and wide.
I watch with curiosity as he trails a finger down her cheek and then between her breasts. He teases the edge of her corset before dipping his finger into one of the cups and flicking her nipple. Leah arches her neck and whimpers.
“She’s amazing to watch,” Roman
