Free The Billionaire's Son 5 : Sweet Escape (BDSM Erotic Romance) by Arabella Quinn Page B

eyes. "God, woman - what you do to me. I've got to
go now or I'll never leave."
    He picked my cape up from the seat and
wrapped it around my shoulders before lingeringly kissing my lips
one more time. He opened the door and was gone before I said a
word.

    ***
     
    Derek slipped quietly back into his father's
estate house. He had attended almost a dozen parties over the six
months since he had become a member of The Club - several had been
at this very estate. They all had been studies in excess: excess
food, excess drugs and alcohol and, of course, excesses in sexual
decadence. Tonight had been no different, except for the ritual.
While the ritual appeared to be nothing more than a sexual orgy of
dubious nature, the 'claiming' of women, for one million dollars
apparently, was a new twist. One that needed further exploring.
    He needed to find this Madame woman. She had
tried to help Julia and she had actually spoken; whereas the other
women he had ever encountered had all remained silent. She seemed
to be privy to some of the inner workings of The Club. Maybe she
knew what happened to Elise?
    Derek replaced his mask and placed the hood
from the cape over his head. Most men seemed to like to remain
anonymous during these parties. That certainly worked to his
advantage. With a little luck, Jackson had not even known it was
his own son who had claimed the last girl, or that the girl was his
employee, Julia.
    Derek clutched the photo of Elise in his
hand as he stalked down the candlelit hall. Now, he had two
missions for the evening: make sure no one had recognized Julia and
find out what happened to Elise. His stomach clenched as he thought
about Julia. She had stumbled into a heap of trouble. If he hadn't
been there to save her! She had narrowly escaped and he was going
to make damn sure her safety was not compromised again.
    Heading to the East wing where Julia's
office was located, he checked rooms as he passed, searching for
the tall red headed lady. Most rooms were empty. He figured that
Jackson's sex dungeon was probably in full swing. Hopefully, the
woman was not in there with Jackson. He poked his head into a salon
and saw a mass of naked skin writhing and grinding against each
other on the floor. He studied the jumble of tangled arms and legs,
but there was no evidence of red hair in the mix.
    It was two doors later when he found the
woman he was looking for. She was standing majestically over two
submissive men groveling on the floor, her high-heeled boot
pressing roughly into one man's back.
    Derek studied the dominatrix for several
moments before she noticed his presence. At first glance, beyond
the leather and whips, she was quite beautiful - lush curves, long
legs and stunning red hair. But as he studied her face, he was
surprised to see that she was much older than he thought at first
impression. She must have been at least in her forties, perhaps
older.
    When she finally spotted him, her eyes
narrowed before softening with surprise. In a clipped tone, she
ordered the men to get on their feet, cracking her whip to
punctuate her command. She sent them to the corner to await further
orders.
    She approached Derek slowly, looking
cat-like and sensual. "I haven't seen you around here before. Have
you come for a little play time?" She openly studied him, reaching
out to part his robe.
    Derek grabbed her wrist to stop her action.
"No. I'm not here for that."
    The woman looked over her shoulder at the
two men. They stood passively in the corner, seemingly unaware of
anything around them. "Follow me."
    She strode out the door and turned down the
hall. Two doors past Julia's office, she entered a room, waited for
Derek to follow her in and then closed the door.
    "Who are you?" She watched him warily.
    Derek sat in a chair in the generic looking
office. He didn't want to seem threatening to the woman, but he
wasn't averse to to getting aggressive to find some answers if need
be. "That's not important. I'm not here to cause