Enzo Brambilla Jr. told the bartender to pour him a second whiskey—his last drink of the night, at least at this bar. The club had a strict two-drink maximum. On stage, a rigger trussed up a woman in a rope swing. Interesting, but not Enzo’s preferred entertainment. A bullwhip or a cane, something that might involve a little—or a lot—of bloodshed was more his speed. A little subby with her tits out plopped her ass next to him. Tina. If she wasn’t so masochistic, he couldn’t have tolerated her stupidity. As it was, after months of dealing with her in an attempt to be patient, he was done playing nice.
“Hi, Master.” Her breathless words, along with the rise and fall of her chest, did nothing for him.
He grabbed her neck. Her pulse fluttered under his fingertips. “Did you have permission to speak?”
She shook her head, eyes wide and dilated with arousal, mouth in an O. He should get out his dick and fill that gaping hole, but he couldn’t be bothered. He’d only come to this club after discovering Amelia was a member before she disappeared. She joined right after she’d run from him. In the months after, she’d become a traitor and turned in the family for tax evasion. They’d searched for her, but every lead had been a dud. Since his father had passed a few weeks ago, there’d been no urgency from his boys to find her. It was as if his family had already forgotten his old man and the woman who killed him by putting him behind bars. Selfish bastards.
Tina had latched onto Enzo the first night he’d visited the club. She took a beating like a good little bitch, and her holes weren’t bad either. He glanced over at the dungeon monitor. There were too many eyes for what he had planned. Whether he got the information that night or not, it was his last visit to this club. Far too restrictive for his tastes. “Let’s get a private room.”
She nodded, practically drooling with anticipation.
An involuntary sneer twitched across his lips. He blanked his face and made her crawl through the club back to the only room available—a nursery. Not Enzo’s preferred choice, but who fucking cared? Any room could be used for the interrogation he had planned, even if that one did have pink and blue bunny wallpaper above the beadboard. At least the adult-sized crib looked something like a cage. But the changing table would never be used by him. He didn’t get into that Daddy Dom crap. Subs were for submitting to his needs. His desires. His pleasure.
As soon as the door shut, he ordered, “Strip.”
Tina was as naked as the day she was born in seconds.
Enzo reached out and pinched her nipple hard. “You showing your goods to everyone in the club?”
“I? No? Uh...”
Like he actually cared. He twisted until her knees went weak, and she sagged, her sad little titty stretched out. “You fucking everyone in this club,baby?”
“No, Master.” She panted.
He released his grip, her reward because he could tell she told the truth. Hell, every other Dom in the place was so caught up with “safe, sane, and consensual” negotiations and other bullshit that they’d never meet her masochistic needs. Good thing she’d found him. Even if she didn’t know his real name or who he was. No one there did, except the guy who had provided the required reference in exchange for continuing to live. Add in the fake passport, and joining the club under a false name had been too easy. Kind of like Tina.
He handed her a bottle of lube from the changing table. “Grease your ass. I wanna fuck you, bitch.”
She took the bottle and squirted a generous dollop, taking it right to her asshole.
It was his last chance to figure out what she knew. He’d been getting far too much scrutiny from the other club members. His colored contacts and other disguise elements wouldn’t protect him much longer. “While I fuck you, you’re gonna tell me the name of every single other Dom you’ve been with at this club. Whether you fucked them or not. If they so much as spanked your ass, you’re gonna spill. Tell me everything about everyone here. And if I like what you have to say, I might let you suck my dick when I’m done.”
Her fingers sawed in and out of her ass, her back on the rug-covered floor, knees at her ears, ass in the air so he could watch. “Thank you, Master.” Such an obedient little slut.
Enzo unzipped his pants and rolled on a condom because who knew where her fuck hole had been. Well, he was about to find out. He dragged her to one end of the toy chest by her hair.
“Bend over and hold on. I don’t want you fucking moving. You take it in the ass and tell me what I want to hear or…” He couldn’t threaten her with a beating because she’d enjoy that. “Or the scene stops, and you’ll spend the night on your knees getting nothing.”
Her whimper was the perfect mood music. “Yes, Master.”
That was another thing he liked about Tina. They weren’t in a relationship—had never agreed to anything—but she called him Master as if he gave a fuck about her. He rammed his dick into her asshole, enjoying her bark of pain as he blasted past the tight ring of muscle. A little blood on his cock only made him happier. He bottomed out, balls slapping her juicy pussy. “Names. Now.”
He used her hair as reins while he rode her tight ass, and she spilled names. Apparently, she’d only been with a few members probably because the rest were too craven to take her to the edge of her nearly nonexistent limits. Death was likely the only thing on the other side of that line, but not much else. He might take her across that line someday, but not before he knew everything she did.
“Who else? Who’s put their hands on you?” He cracked her across the ass with a small leather slapper he pulled from his pocket, holding nothing back.
Her squeals of pain went straight to his balls. In his mind, it was Amelia he was hate-fucking until she cried so hard snot ran down her face and blood dripped from her asshole. His cock swelled. Fuck, he had to slow down, or he’d come too soon.
“Tyler.”
That name. Enzo plowed his hips forward and back as he searched his memory of everything he’d learned about the club members. Federal agent. FBI.
He followed up with the same question he’d already asked three times. “Who does he scene with now?”
“Nobody,” she squeaked. “Not since Mia left.”
Enzo busted his nut at the sound of that name. FuckingMia. Amelia Kincaid went by Mia. And she used to be with an FBI agent? It was too much of a coincidence not to be important. He fucked the last of his cum into the condom, then cracked Tina’s ass on the other side so she’d have matching welts. When he pulled his dick out, it was still hard, thanks to his pills. “Take off the condom and suck me.”
