He raised his glass to Stephen and then turned back to the other two men.
“What’s the matter, Cadeon? Why did you want us to meet here?” Tate asked.
“We had a deal. You’d find the information I need on Violet, and in return I’d give Rebecca to you.”
Tate shook his head. “I wish I could take full responsibility for the information. Sean found most of it. I tagged along for the ride. Forget about it. We’ll meet Rebecca on our own terms.”
Cadeon ran his fingers through his hair. He had to tell them, even though she’d asked him to never repeat a word about her condition.
“I want to make an agreement with you, that what I tell you must never go any further than between us three,” he said.
“Sure,” Tate and Kevin said.
He took a swallow of his drink. “Rebecca won’t be easy to court.”
“We know that, which is why we want to take her on a few dates and get her used to being around us.”
“No. You don’t understand me, Tate. What happened with her husband has left her scarred.”
“What do you mean?”
“Ever since I bought her from the hospital she’s been suffering from something the doctors call agoraphobia.” Cadeon waited for the news to sink in. “She has a fear of going outside.”
Tate and Kevin looked shocked and devastated.
“The reason I’m telling you this is because I think she can be cured, but you’ve got to be willing to put in the extra care she needs. No pushing or bickering. I want you to be there for her. Especially seeing as I’m going to be married soon.”
They congratulated him, but he saw they weren’t really taking notice.
“I want to kill that son of a bitch,” Kevin said. His hands fisting the glass he held.
“That son of a bitch is rotting in jail. Rebecca doesn’t need superheroes. She needs men who’ll love her for who she is. Now, I’m asking you if you’re prepared to fight for the woman you both want?”
He waited for their answer. The two men stared at each other before shaking his hand. They agreed they’d wait a few months before visiting her a first time. Cadeon finished his drink and drove home.
Dominic Green was gone. Rebecca would be cared for, and in his bed lay the woman who owned his heart. Anne was cooking in the kitchen. She handed him the travel tickets he’d requested.
He made his way upstairs. Violet looked peaceful. He pulled his shirt over his head and snuggled up against her.
Minutes passed before she opened her eyes.
“Hello,” she said, her hand coming to rest on his chest.
“Hello. Did you sleep well?”
“I had pleasant dreams.”
“Do you feel up to travelling?” he asked.
She looked up at him.
“Because I’ve got two plane tickets, first class, to Las Vegas. I want to get married to you tonight. What do you say?”
He waited for her answer, more nervous than he’d ever been before in his life.
“Do I have time to pack?”
Epilogue
“I don’t know if I’m ready for this,” she said. Cadeon took her hand and kissed her knuckles. The gold band on her finger delighted him. He’d taken her to Vegas to seal the deal. Violet Ashwood was his wife, to be his woman for the rest of her life.
“The fact you’re coming with me is a pleasure. If at any time you want to leave, we’ll leave. The fact you’re making a point of trying to understand means more to me than anything else.” He parked the car in his own reserved spot near the club. The security at the front door let him straight in. He noticed the looks his wife got, the men practically drooling to get more of his wife’s attention. Smiling, he pulled her in front, wrapping his arm around her waist. Since Dominic Green had taken his wife and his friends had saved her, Violet trained with Tate and Sean once a week.
He would be taking Tate and Kevin to visit Rebecca soon. The visit unnerved him as he knew how skittish she could be.
“I’m excited,” she said.
Cadeon smiled as they moved farther into Ravage. She’d agreed to give his BDSM club a try. They’d been through so much, and the fact she was willing to see another side of his life pleased him.
There were other club members present for the main dance floor. He steered her past them, through a corridor and down to the main part of the club. At the front it was for the people who played a little bit. Deeper into the club you went the stronger you were in the lifestyle. He’d warned the other Masters before he arrived about Violet and her lack of knowledge. They’d agreed to allow her entrance with the understanding that the next time she came, she came as his sub prepared to do a scene for them all.
Tonight, she would see what it meant to be a submissive. Tonight, he would get his answer.
A woman wearing nothing but a collar seated them in his booth. The main room was held for particular scenes. This scene would be played by one of the leading Doms. James was a master when it came to the lifestyle. Cadeon had full respect for the man. The woman who claimed his heart would be in for a lifetime of love and devotion.
The lights dimmed.
“What’s happening?” she asked.
“You’re about to see what it means to be a real submissive.” Cadeon moved so she could sit between his legs. The booths were designed for the maximum of comfort. James and a woman Cadeon didn’t know walked out.
He watched the scene unfold. The unknown woman knelt on her knees in the centre of the room. The only sounds came from the two in the middle of the room. The suspense filled every corner.
James circled the woman and talked about her punishment. They played the part of the husband and disobedient wife. She’d fingered herself without his permission. The punishment was twenty strikes with a whip. He moved to the end of the room where the tools of punishment lay. Cadeon felt his c**k stirring as he imagined using a similar tool on Violet’s full, round ass. She’d look f**king hot with a red stripe from a whip.
The Master sat on a chair and forced the na**d woman to sit across his lap. To begin, he fondled her ass and pushed his fingers inside her cunt. Violet moved between Cadeon’s legs. Glancing around, Cadeon rested his hand on her leg. She jumped, and he smiled. His wife was getting horny. He felt it in her body. Chuckling, he watched as James bought the woman to the edge and refused to let her fall over into the peak of ecstasy. She’d come once without his permission. One of her punishments would be a lack of cl**ax.