Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)
“I am speaking of Seline, my co-worker who goes on diplomatic missions to Yonnie Six with me,” Nox said, trying to control his temper—not an easy thing to do, since he had never had a temper to try and control before.
“Oh—I know Seline! I took her down to Earth not long ago.” Brex shook his head. “The way she was dressed…I don’t think she was going down there to visit her parents, if you know what I mean.”
“No, I do not know what you mean!” Nox growled, glaring at the other male. “Please clarify your remarks and give me her exact coordinates at once! As I said, she may be in danger.”
“Uh, sorry!” Brex took a step back. “I took her down to a gathering place for humans located on the large peninsula which hangs off one side of the North American continent. You know, the one they call ‘Florida’? It looks like a giant shaft,” he added.
“I require exact coordinates!” Nox insisted.
“The name of the place was ‘The Whip’,” Brex told him. “If you want, I can go to my ship and send you the exact location.”
“Do that,” Nox told him. “I’m going down to get her.”
“You’d better hurry—I didn’t think the place I left her looked very safe for a female alone,” Brex called, as he jogged towards his own ship. “But she wouldn’t let me talk her out of going.”
Nox ground his teeth together as irritation flashed through him. Why had the other male left her there if he thought the place didn’t look safe? And what had he meant about the way Seline was dressed? Was she down in a questionable establishment filled with predatory males dressed in one of her Yonnie Six Mistress outfits?
Just the thought filled him with frustration and fear for her. He had a sudden image of punishing her for such foolishness—of putting her over his knee and spanking her soundly, to teach her a lesson.
But of course he couldn’t do that—he and Seline didn’t have that kind of relationship. Did they? He couldn’t help thinking about how the Goddess had said he would “remember many things” in time. But what things?
Nox didn’t have time to search for an answer to the puzzling question. He had to get to Seline and he had to be quick about it.
He swung into the cockpit of his ship and started the engine. Brex was as good as his word—the coordinates for The Whip were already scrolling across his viewscreen. Good. Nox punched them into his Nav-com and lifted off into space.
He just prayed he would be in time.
FIFTY-TWO
SELINE
The Whip was everything Seline had been dreaming about ever since she’d taken an interest in BDSM—a fetish club filled with like-minded adults ready to play. Everywhere there were people wearing black leather and latex. Some had on masks but others didn’t bother. Music with deep, hypnotic bass tones was pumping through the air and the lights were dim. There was a scent in the air like sex and many different perfumes and colognes all mixed together—musky and pungent.
To her right, Seline saw a woman dressed in thigh-high boots and a kitten mask complete with long, silky whiskers. She had on a leather collar with a name tag that read, “Naughty Kitty” which nestled in the hollow of her throat. A large man beside her appeared to be her Dom. He had a big hand possessively on her ass, squeezing and kneading one full cheek. Naughty Kitty was purring appreciatively, as though she loved her Master’s touch.
The club was Seline’s dream come true, but for some reason, she felt uneasy as she strolled around the large “play area” which was divided up into several different sections with a bar in the middle.
Maybe it was the décor that bothered her. The walls were dark gray and the floor was painted black—it seemed to remind her of another place she’d been—a place where bad things had happened. But that was crazy, wasn’t it? Though she had often longed to visit a BDSM themed club, Seline had never been to one before.
Yes, you have, whispered a little voice in her head. There were gray walls and black marble floors. The only difference was the black vines growing up the walls. They had blood-red flowers…flowers that sucked you and licked you until they made you come and then Nox helped you get them off…
“What?” Seline muttered to herself. Where were these crazy ideas coming from?
Trying to put the disturbingly vivid images out of her head, she strolled around, looking at the various areas. The club was a cavernous space which had been divided up using rolling barriers draped with black cloths. In order to enter a particular space, you had to push one of the cloths aside and pull it closed behind you.