Free Anne's Courage [Le Club 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Skye Michaels Page A

there was freely viewed by anyone who happened to be in the room. The activities were closely monitored by dungeon masters for safety. Behind the building were additional theme rooms which could be reserved by the members for private play.
    The Medieval Dungeon room was a smaller, more intimate space decorated with faux dark stone walls and contained various items of furniture and equipment that resembled medieval torture devices. The look of the room was dark and foreboding. The door was constructed of heavy wooden planks banded together with metal straps and had a large, old-fashioned lock. Anne handed the ornate metal key to Jamie with a tremulous smile.
    “While we are in this scene, you will address me as ‘My Lord,’ wench,” he said with a stern look. He opened the door, yanked her inside, and locked the door behind them. He bound her hands with padded leather cuffs fastened together with metal chain. He then dragged her to the center of the room and secured her cuffed hands above her head to another chain dangling from a roughly hewn beam running across the ceiling. He adjusted the chain so that she was standing on her toes.
    Anne was breathing hard and looked scared. She knew this was only role-playing. But it certainly has the ability to get my heart rate up and my pulse pumping . Time to get with the program! “My Lord, please, I am not a spy from Lord Wilton’s castle. I am just a kitchen maid,” she wailed piteously. That’s rather good for a newbie. She was proud of herself. She was going to take Robbie’s advice and enjoy the game. A frisson of real dread went down her back. This is a game . Just a game. Jamie would never really hurt me. But God, it seemed so realistic . He looked magnificent wearing only tight black leather pants tucked into high black riding boots, his bulging crotch prominently displayed, the dark hair on his chest glistening in the low light from the wall sconces. “Silence, wench! I know exactly what you are, and I will have your confession before this night is done,” Jamie said. She could see his evil grin.
    “Please, My Lord...” Her heaving breasts were pouring out of the low-cut top of the blue dress bound by tight laces across the front. The back of the dress was fastened by hidden Velcro that ran from the neckline to the hem, allowing it to be worn by persons of various sizes.
    He strode behind her, his boots loud on the stone floor, and she felt his body heat against her back although he was not touching her. Somehow that was more frightening than a touch. He circled around to the front again. He gazed at her scathingly, and his hand darted out as fast as a snake. He tore the dress from her body. The shoulders were constructed to separate, and the back Velcro opened with a terrifying ripping sound. This is really very effective. Before she knew it, she was standing on her tiptoes, hands bound by chains and cuffs secured to the ceiling, stark naked. She screamed, only half play acting now. She took a deep breath to calm herself. It was just so unexpected! Nothing has changed. This is still a game . “Now, wench, what is Lord Wilton’s plan of attack?” he said, picking up on her gambit.
    “My Lord, I know nothing of this. Please have mercy,” she cried.
    “It is strange, wench, that you do not speak like a kitchen maid. Also, your hands are soft and elegant.”
    Oops! Slight miscalculation. Time to rethink my cover story! “My Lord, I was kidnapped from my father’s castle and held prisoner by Lord Wilton. I had been hoping my father, Lord Sutton, would ransom me, as he wants to marry me off for political advantage. I had given up hope of rescue. Then I had the opportunity to escape and hide in your castle posing as a kitchen maid.” Geez, you really have to think on your feet. Thank goodness for all those bodice ripper romances I’ve read .
    “A likely story, wench,” he said menacingly. He stood behind her again, breathing on her neck, and then he stepped