Free Savage Destiny by Madelaine Montague, Mandy Monroe Page A

indifferent about the whole thing.   He must have seen a lot in his time at the club.   But, her, however, she couldn’t manage to be so at ease.   She was the one made vulnerable.   It was something she wasn’t used to.   Her pussy went as bone dry as her mouth.   Trying to ignore it, she reminded herself that that was the whole point in coming, trying new things in a safe environment.   Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax.
    The employee, having finished with his handiwork, moved back.   “Your fantasy will begin shortly.   Please do not hesitate to contact me or another employee if you are at all dissatisfied with your experience.   Just say the word CONTACT at any time to end your session,” he said just before walking out the door.
    Nevaeh hadn’t thought about a safe word.   Why would she?   She didn’t do shit like this.   She was very glad they’d thought of it.   She discovered she didn’t want to analyze why they had provided a safe word although all sorts of unnerving thoughts flickered through her mind.   It would make her more nervous than she already was.
    Her stomach muscles were complaining from her rigid sitting position in the bed.   She had no idea how long she’d have to wait until someone came, so she decided to lay back on the pillows.   A little too close to the end of the bed to reach the pillows with her head, she wriggled onto her side and tried to scoot up the bed on her side.   She discovered, with her arms behind her, that she was off balance.   She fell over the side of the bed, felt a moment of blind panic as she felt herself falling and then pain exploded in her temple as she struck the bedside table.   Everything immediately went black.
    Nevaeh woke some time later, her vision a little blurry, like she’d slept too long.   The side of her head hurt and her face felt like she’d slept on a cat’s scratching pad.   When things came more into focus, she realized that she was looking directly at molding on the wall, but it wasn’t molding near the ceiling, it was floor molding.   How had she managed to fall asleep on the floor, she wondered a little blankly?   As she tried to move, her body protested.   Her arms were behind her back and they felt as if they were still asleep.   Try as she might, she couldn’t move them.
    Then, everything came rushing back to her.   The club!   She was still at the club!   She’d been tied up on the bed and had been trying to rearrange herself when she’d fallen off.   Moving her head to try to look around, she bumped the top of her head into the bedside table.   It took an effort to maneuver herself into a sitting position but finally, with a great deal of effort and a lot of grunting, she managed it and examined the piece of furniture.   She must’ve hit it when she’d fallen off of the bed, she decided, a little surprised, and disappointed if it came to that, that she didn’t see blood and hair stuck to the damned thing.   Her head was hurting enough there really ought to be more sign of the damned damage, particularly when she realized she must have knocked herself out!    That would certainly explain why the side of her head was throbbing like a son-of-a-bitch.   She couldn’t have been out very long, though.   Surely, someone would’ve noticed?
    The sound of the door opening behind her and then closing drew her attention.   The muscles in her neck and back screamed in protest at the sudden movement as she whipped her head around instinctively.  
    “Trying to escape were you?”
    Nevaeh felt her jaw sag as she stared at the man standing near the door, his legs spread in a wide-legged stance, his arms down at his sides.   It was the whip that really caught her attention, though.   It looked way too damned realistic to her mind.   Disbelief fluttered through her mind as the man advanced on her.   Somehow, despite the fact that the man himself looked about as far from anybody’s idea of a dream