Arctic Bound (6 page)

“I had no idea this was a hoochie mission.”

“Work what you got. You know the play.”

That meant their mark was a horny ass male.

Nerina took the clothes and quickly dressed in the huge bathroom suite. When she was finished, Raven came in and did her hair and make-up. Eyes a shimmering bronze and face glowing, she couldn't help but smile. This was the old her. The silver bangles covered up her burns perfectly, and although the leather pants were snug, they were buttery soft. She pulled on a pair of boots she'd brought with her and walked out to hoots and whistles from the other girls. Myieko was in a wife beater, ripped at the stomach and a pair of cut-off shorts that showed her very long, very tan legs. Her complexion flawless, and her eyes a cat-like hazel. She pinned her hair with silver chopsticks, which were actually blades. All the girls were wearing silver in some form or fashion. Raven was in a tight black dress with the back completely open, except for the silver chains that dangled between her shoulder blades. Kenzie's boots were silver tipped, and she wore ripped jeans and a band tee.

“Is there a reason we're all wearing silver?”

“Precaution. Our mark is deathly allergic to silver.”

Well that made sense, and then again it didn't make sense.
Deathly allergic?
That was new.

Everyone threw on their jackets and hurried out to Nerina's car still parked at the diner. The moment the doors were locked and shut, the real conversation began.

“Mistress sent us here to find a rogue, apparently he deserted and fled to Alaska. He also took something from her. He's somewhere up by the Denali National Park. But he comes here a lot and Intel says he'll show tonight. There's a price on his head and well, we've come to collect.” Raven explained.

“So why do you need me here?”

“You know the area, Red figured you could help us out.”

Had they noticed her limp? She was useless in that regard. Best she could do was trip him, maybe shoot him in the leg, but that was about it. Hand to hand, or any type of physical confrontation was not something she was ready for. She could hack into some shit, but other than that she would be no help.

“I'm not fit for this assignment.”

Lightening quick, Myieko reached forward, blade in hand and held it at Nerina's throat.

“Stand down.” Raven shouted. The other woman still hadn't moved the blade. Nerina held her breath. The steel from the blade, cold against her throat.

“I said stand down.” This time, Myieko let up on the blade. The moment the blade left her throat, Nerina reached her hand around the girl's neck and introduced her repeatedly to the middle console.

“What the fuck is your problem, bitch?”

Myieko's face sported a bloodied nose, and a busted lip. Her cheek now starting to swell.

“She's ready.” Myieko said, wiping the blood from her face.

“That was some foul shit My. Do that again and I'm going to introduce you to more than the center console. Trust and believe baby girl I will own your ass in ways that will make this seem like child's play.”

“Hey, you needed an incentive. I gave you one. I got nothing but love for you Storm.”

Each woman had their specialty, and hers came courtesy of her father and uncle. Both sadistic in their dealings with people who stepped out of line. Nerina pulled out into oncoming traffic and hoped like hell that tonight wasn't going to go to shit because they couldn't keep it together.

“So good to have you along for the ride Bella.”

Yeah, well, they could be happy all they wanted. What she wanted was to go home and crawl into her bed or better still, snuggle with her dogs.

 

Chapter 6

 

Eden's Den was dark and electric in a way that put other clubs to shame. There were no pulsing lights, or flashing strobes, instead, the open space had dark corners, and sexual beats that called to a person's baser instincts. The bouncer had been reluctant to let them in, but after a few glances from males in the line nodding yes in appreciation, they'd been given entrance. They were led to a closed off space in the club that seemed to cater to VIP.

“Wonder who vouched for us?” Raven asked, curious.

Nerina was curious as well. Eden's Den was exclusive on certain nights, but even on their more public nights, the bouncer turned more people away then a revolving door at a department store. She knew this from scoping the scene when she'd first arrived in Alaska. There were two small cages that hung from the ceiling with a main cage in the middle of the floor. It was currently empty, but she knew what it was for. Later, there would be someone inside, likely a couple of volunteers from the audience who all wanted to be under Blue's hand. Blue was the owner of Eden's Den and not only was he masculine in a savage way, he was also sadistic. The one-time she'd come he'd been stripping the flesh from a petite blonde who called out his name over and over again until she passed out.
No thank you.
She was not down for being beaten, bound, gagged, or purged as some of the club goers would say. She was happy in her too-fucked-up-world, and had her own brand of therapy.

In the smaller cages that hung from the walls there were women dressed in rubber from head to toe. Only their mouths were exposed to the air. One woman was dressed in red, with black stitching and the other was in black with red stitching. They were writhing against the bars to the beat of the music. Sade's, Cherish the Day. Out on the dance floor bodies were rubbing, bumping, and sliding against one another. Others were in some of the darker corners, and the metallic tang of blood wafted into the air as sighs of ecstasy and moans filled with need, mingled with the haunting voice of Sade. Blue didn't discriminate in his club. All types of players were welcome. Nerina had searched online once when she thought she wanted to become an exclusive member, but found her tastes ran too vanilla for some of the themed nights that Eden's Den had to offer. There was also the issue of her heritage. Membership only catered to pure breeds. And she was definitely not pure. The word breed was used instead of race, even above the door there was a reference to breed. But she figured it was a play on words. Not many people were anymore.

A woman dressed in nothing but a collar and thigh-high boots walked over to their table and took drink orders.

“Cranberry, and Grey Goose for me.” Nerina ordered. Everyone ordered the same except for Anika. She went straight for the Crown and Coke.

“This mark, what does he look like?”

“Tall, tanned, and has a nasty scar running down his forehead, through his left eye and ending at the corner of his mouth.” Myieko answered.

The waitress returned with their drinks stopping all conversation. Nerina took a sip of her drink and sat back in her chair.

“Anyone I know?”

“Nope.” Raven answered, “But you'll know him when you see him. Trust me he's a big fucker with a pair of emerald cut eyes that would melt your panties. Everyone be on alert, but at the same time, mingle. Try and fit in.”

This got nods all around.

The music changed into another sultry song, but this time the cage in the center of the room was lit with a red glow. The door swung open, and Blue stepped inside. There were females and males moaning appreciatively at the beast of the man that now stood center stage. He was almost seven feet tall. Broad shoulders supported thick arms and legs. Ropes of muscles enhanced all the right places in a way that could only be described as control. He wore his blonde hair loose with two braids on the side. Almost as if he were a Viking from a throwback era long ago. He completed his look with a rugged beard that was cut to outline a masculine jaw. His ice blue eyes hypnotized it's prey. He ensnared his targets. His deep voice, heavily accented lured until there was nothing left to do but admit defeat. She'd
had already seen him in action her first time at Eden's Den.
He didn't dress like some of the other men that played in the cage, with their signature leather pants and black shirts. No, Blue was in a class all by himself. He wore a button up white shirt exposing his throat, sleeves rolled to his forearms, showing off his tribal tattoos. A silver torque rested around his thick neck with two wolves on the ends with sapphires for eyes, glinting under the warm glow of the light. His slate slacks were creased perfectly, but the part that really got to her was his lack of shoes. It made him more approachable. Gave off the illusion that he was laid back. Blue was anything but laid back.

Drawn by avid curiosity, Nerina stepped into the crowd to get a better look inside the cage. People moved out of her way, allowing her to reach the front just as a tall brunette with nothing but lace panties entered the cage. Blue didn't move, but watched as the woman approached him, her eyes downcast as she stopped a foot away from him. Above the cage there was a wood beam that looked to be hanging from the ceiling with three rings. Nerina knew a little about rigging equipment, and knew that the rings would support a maximum weight of up to thirteen hundred pounds. Her knowledge had come by way or research. Another person entered the cage with corded rope that was neatly rolled into bundles. The new comer dropped eight bundles and quickly retreated. As the music changed, Blue stepped closer to the woman, grabbed her by the back of the neck and gently pulled her forward to whisper in her ear. What he said was anyone's guess, but whatever words were spoken seemed to mesmerize the female further. Her head fell forward as if in a trance, and Blue walked a slow circle around her. He still whispered as he looked her over. Nerina could hear the deep cadence in his voice but was unable to decipher his words. When satisfied, Blue turned her to face the crowd. Cheers of appreciation were given and the woman smiled slightly as if pleased that not only did Blue approve of her, so did the crowd.

Blue knelt down behind her, palming the globes of her ass before reaching up and pulling her hands gently behind her back. He massaged her for a moment before he positioned her arms, ensuring both her palms securely held her elbows.

She was definitely flexible, Nerina would give her that.

The music, mixed with the subdued atmosphere contributed to the already euphoric crowd. Herself included. There was an intimacy between Blue and the woman on stage that made Nerina feel like an intruder into their delicate world. He kissed the woman's hips. First, one side and then the other before standing. His massive frame overshadowing his subject. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a white blindfold. He placed it over her eyes, tying the knot quickly before stepping away and circling her once more. The entire time he spoke to her in a quiet commanding tone.

The woman's body swayed to the lull of his voice. He took hold of her elbow, as he picked up a bundle of rope. Nerina couldn't look away. Too captivated by what was happening in front of her. Afraid she'd miss something. There was a flurry of quick movements with both hands and rope. When Blue moved to pick up the next bundle, she was shocked to see he'd actually tied the first bundle of rope around the woman's waist and beneath her ass in a pattern that fit snug against her pale skin. Her arms was secured to the rope around her waist. Intricate knots dug into the woman's skin making a beautiful pattern. The next bundle was used to tie her to the middle ring that hung center stage and when that was complete, Blue whispered in her ear and then gently pushed her shoulder, inverting her mid-air. The woman hung suspended. Held only by the ropes and ring. The ropes around her waist and buttocks acted as a cradle to hold her secure.

Nerina held her breath, she wasn't one for bondage, or any kind of D/s, but this was something different. This was something more. She'd never be able to be up there on stage in front of anyone because of her scars. Wasn't sure she could do it without her scars, but watching the couple in front of her, awakened something inside that was buried deep, in an area she wasn't so sure she'd ever be able to explore.

Nerina watched as Blue continued to tie the woman up, attaching rope to the two outside middle rings, almost as if he was roping himself a hog. His hands rubbing over the expanse of the woman's exposed flesh as he used bundle after bundle of rope until there was nothing left, only the woman hanging mid-air. He spun her, he kissed her. Blue nibbled on her stomach, legs, and neck and the female loved every minute of it. The bar hanging in the middle of the cage rose higher, taking the woman with it. Blue released a leg and then another and spun her again, until the woman arched into a position that made her gasp. The knots were embedded tight to her skin making her look helpless but at the same time serene. As the music turned to yet another slow beat, she was lowered, and slowly unbound. The crowd praised her as she was finally freed and kissed on the forehead by the enigmatic club owner.

When she finally left the stage, Nerina could see the ropes left a very distinct impression on her skin. A design of some sort. She couldn't make them out, but none-the-less they were striking. The woman wore her marks with pride as she made her way through the crowd.

“How did that make you feel?” A voice she knew all too well whispered into her ear.

Is he really here?
Nerina thought to herself. There was no way that Victor was here in the club, right now, talking to her, and asking her the ridiculous question of how did that scene make her feel. Was he stupid or something?

Turning to face her tormentor, she glared up at him making sure he saw her displeasure at him sneaking up on her.

“Don't you have anything better to do with your time, than harass me?”

“Who said I'm here to see you?”

“Who says you aren't?”

“I do.”

Great, they were going to spare verbally with the one another until one of them gave in. Well, it wasn't going to be her.

“Whatever, I'm here with friends, so, later.”

He almost reached for her arm, the one with the silver bracelets that covered her scars, but seemed to think better of it.