Page 54 of Reign of the Queen
“It’s my dad’s playroom,” he spits between clenched teeth.
“Your dad’s... playroom? What are these... his dolls?” I look back at each of the women, who haven’t even addressed that we are in the room. The blonde is still sobbing, and the redhead is letting out quiet obscene moans. What in the ever-loving fuck, this is like some sort of bizarreChristian Greynightmare.
“Something like that. I didn’t think they would be here since he left this morning to go out of town for the night, and they weren’t making any noise before.” He hangs his head, rubbing the back of his neck in apparent aggravation.
“He left them like that and went out of town? Jesus, we have to release them. This is sick, Theo.” I move toward the blonde intending to free her arms.
“Mia...” Theo calls out but doesn’t try to stop me.
“Theo, what the fuck. Help me release her!” I shout. Adrenaline runs through my system, making my anger spike.
I reach the blonde woman and try pulling on the cuffs. They’re attached to her wrists by a buckle. Moving on to my tippy toes, I reach up and start to loosen the buckle strap.
“NO! NO! NO! Don’t touch me!” The blonde woman screams and pushes hard against my body, trying to dislodge my hold on her wrists. “Don’t loosen that; master will be angry.”
“What? Master...will be angry. What are you talking about? I’m trying to help you.” I reach up again to unlatch the buckle.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!” The blonde screeches.
“Mia!” Theo grabs me by the waist and pulls me back into his hard chest. I can feel his heart racing and his ragged breath leaving his chest as he presses up against my body.
“Theo, what the hell is going on here?” I fight against his grasp.
“They’re his submissives and sexual servants. They won’t allow you to help them for fear he will be angry or throw them out,” he says.
“Submissives? Sexual servants?” I gulp, bile rising in the back of my throat.
“Yes.” A look of shame crosses his features. “They choose to be here; he doesn’t force them, at least not these two.” He nods in the direction of the blonde woman and then the redhead. “They get paid for their services in pleasure and cash.”
“Paid in pleasure and cash?” My stomach feels like a bowling ball just made its way down my throat and into my abdomen.
“Yes.” The red-headed woman answers between grunts. “Master pleasures us with pain and controls all of our needs. Such a good master.”
“And... you… you agree to this? You want this?” I question, my skin crawling.
“Yes.” They both answer.
I back away toward the door, holding my arms out in front of me as if to ward off the two women, even though they haven’t moved from their restrained spots. I practically run out of the room, my breath coming in rapid spurts.
Theo follows me out of the room and promptly closes the door. We can still hear the dildo machine moving from within as the sounds of moans and sobs restart. Theo leans against it. A defeated and ashamed look stretches across his face.
“Do the other kings know?” I whisper, wrapping my arms tightly around myself and nodding my head to the door we just came out of. My body is screaming at me to run, my heart is racing in my chest and bile threatens to race up my throat and out of my mouth as I wait for his reply.
“Yes. They never come here. I never bring anyone here... Mia.” He moves away from the door and toward me. His hands are raised in front of him in a non-threatening and placating manner. It’s almost as if he’s trying to calm a frightened animal.
“Until me?” I stare into his dark blue eyes. “Why?”
He shakes his head and keeps moving toward me. When he’s right in front of me, he wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me into him in a tight hold. “Because you were cold, and I thought... I thought it was safe cause he was gone. I’m so sorry, Mia. I would have never brought you here if I knew they were still in the house.”
Looking up at his towering height, his face is open, allowing me for the first time to read his emotions and their sincerity clearly. A mixture of terror, pain, and embarrassment crosses his features. His eyes are filled with so much emotion that it traps my next breath in my throat.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts and silence the warning bells in my head, simultaneously grabbing Theo’s hand. “Okay, let’s get out of here.” I pull back from his embrace and hold his hand firmly, we walk down the stairs and out the front door, never daring to look back.
Once we are safely in the Range and speeding out of his long driveway back onto the roadway, I turn my body in my seat to face him. His hands are clenched on the steering wheel. He takes his eyes off the road to look at me and then turns his sight back to the road.
“Just ask,” he says with a strained voice.
“Is it always like this at your home? You grew up with that?”
