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Jack watched her slide onto a bar stool. What the fuck?
A glance around told him almost every predator in the room had taken notice. At this moment the bar’s occupants were relatively harmless, in an insanely loose interpretation of the phrase. Shortly that was going to change. The night club was a front for the big secret everyone knew: BDSM rooms in back.
Little girl was inserting her barely covered ass into a risky situation just walking in this place. In about ten minutes he would run out of time to extract her if the need arose. His meeting with the flesh trafficker couldn’t go bad because she was in trouble. Alleged trafficker, Jack corrected himself with acid humor.
Jack forcefully dialed back the mad as he watched the woman he had waited a damn long time to grow up enough to handle him perch herself on a stool, displayed and defenseless in this dive, and wearing shit he’d never seen on her before: Gauzy peasant blouse under a tight vest that framed her breasts and a flowing little skirt that slid over bare thighs as she moved. She was a ripe vision, right down to the high heels. Not really in danger because he was there, a fact she wasn’t aware of.
Why the hell was she in here? Outfit was probably a huge clue but one he didn’t want to think about. The question got answered when a man sat beside her and it was obvious she was expecting him. One heartbeat later, and it was obvious that the fucker thought he knew what was happening next.
Oh hell no.
Jack checked the door across the dimly lit expanse just as the Russian flesh trafficker and his henchmen entered. Three of them. Great. The bastards were early and the clock had run out on Hailey’s freedom.
Rising, he went to get the woman who had just become his. Making sure she saw him approach, he stepped up behind Miss Hailey May Lindale and snarled at the leather clad fool in front of her. “Get lost.”
Her tense little body visibly trembled as he spoke. His hand slid up under her chestnut mane and gripped her nape with possessive pressure, pulling her against his chest. Jack glared at the jerk for the moment it took the fool to figure things out and slink away.
Bending to her ear he laid it out fast. “Liston carefully, little one. You came here to meet a certain type of man. Consequence, you are in a dangerous world. No time to explain how intense the situation is but being here means if you are not the most perfectly behaved sub on the planet, my guests will expect to see you punished. Nod if you understand.”
She nodded, “Do exactly as you’re told, Hailey. No hesitation. I am serious about punishment and you do not want that.”
A firm pull had her off the bar stool, hand still on the back of her neck so even a full idiot could figure out exactly who owned her, he returned his table. Yatzic and party paused a few feet away. Jack pretended not to notice them.
He leaned into her placing a light kiss at her temple and whispered, “Kneel by that chair and make it look like you do it every day.” Letting her go, he moved to his chair, ignoring the little sub sinking to her knees beside him.
Jesus, fuck. Her luscious little ass was his and sharing it, even the visual, was not happening. He hoped to Christ she could complete a few simple moves on command because taking her in the back and disciplining her was something he didn’t even want to think about.