Free SinfullyWicked by Tina Donahue

Mitch and Connor had
been leading her up to the platform, this would be an easy decision. She
would’ve raced them to the top. Reminding herself how unlikely that was to
happen and that this performance would earn her extra dough, Nikki pulled in as
much air as she could to calm herself. “Let’s do it.”
    On the platform, he circled her wrists with the manacles,
snapping them shut, then pulled on the chains until Nikki’s arms were slightly
above her shoulders and held out at both sides. In this position, her breasts
lifted above the cups, offering more of her nudity.
    Men surrounded the stage, watching the preparations with the
same fervor they would a hotly contested Super Bowl. Mr. S&S and his friend
were at the front of the crowd, rough grins cutting across their faces.
    Nikki’s breath caught at the male performer running his
hands down the insides of her thighs, parting them. Several men lifted their
glasses in a toast of appreciation. Mr. S&S and his buddy studied the
straps and whips on the wall, obviously deciding which one they wanted used on
her.
    “That one,” Mr. S&S called out to another server,
pointing to a length of leather that resembled a man’s belt. “It’ll pink up her
ass nicely.”
    “And have her begging for more,” his friend commented, then
asked her, “Isn’t that right, hon?”
    Closing her eyes, Nikki resisted the urge to tug on her
arms. Her head fell back, exposing her throat. The male performer stepped into
her, the meaty package between his legs brushing her naked ass. Startled, Nikki
rose to her toes. The audience laughed and whooped. The performer clamped his
hand on Nikki’s shoulder, bringing her back down, his body heat making her even
warmer. Beneath the leather bustier, sweat ran down her torso. She heard the
clink of chains as he lifted the collar, prepared to slip it around her throat,
trapping her further. Next, he’d secure her waist, thighs and ankles, pulling
on the chains until she couldn’t move while all the men could.
    Would one of them forget the club’s rules and try to touch
or lick her cunt? Would others follow, undeterred by the strap repeatedly
striking her ass?
    A rush of desire mixed with a thread of panic raced through
Nikki.
    The male performer lifted her hair, moving it out of the way
as he brought the collar closer. She whimpered, then moaned, uncertain of her
reaction.
    Mr. S&S shouted above the crowd, “That’s it, baby. We
got you now. Time for you to be spanked good and hard by—hey!”
    At his sudden surprise, Nikki’s eyes snapped open. She gaped
at Mitch hauling the guy away from the platform, then climbing the steps,
frowning like he wanted to be the one to punish her.
    “Whoa there,” Mr. S&S said, grabbing Mitch’s sleeve.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
    “Pick another girl,” Mitch growled.
    “Hell no. I like her.”
    “She’s not available to you.” He pulled his arm free.
    The guy reached out to grab it again. Mitch’s bunched
shoulders and tightened fists stopped him. Dropping his hand, Mr. S&S
backed up several steps, pushing into the crowd. “Easy, man. No need to get
violent. My friend and I did pay to have her punished. We won the bid, and I do
believe it is our right to—”
    “Forget it. I own this place and I know what everyone’s
rights are. She’s mine. Understand?”
    Nikki stared at him. What was he talking about? She was his?
Since when and to do what with? Discipline her?
    Mitch didn’t wait for his patron’s answer. He reached the
platform, not stopping until he and Nikki were face to face.
    Never had she seen him so pissed, not even in school after
all the shit happened. Seldom had she been more aware of her female
vulnerability when faced with such a potent male. Several strands of Mitch’s
dark hair hung over his forehead, dangling above his hooded eyes. His chest
pumped hard with his strained breathing, making his black dress shirt quiver
slightly.
    He edged so close, their thighs