Page 9 of Nun’s Prayer

Clara sneered. “Rules aren’t for people like me.”

“Aye. So you say.” I flicked my TV on and pressed play. The footage came up of her beating the shit out of her previous submissive.

“Hank Rhines. Thirty-five years old. A rather successful accountant and all-round nice guy. He comes here to give over control and power. He’s been a member for three years, and once he leaves here, Hank becomes that powerful man again. However, the last time he left here, Rhines did it in an ambulance. Rhines used his safe word no less than forty-five times, and you did not stop,” I hissed.

“He didn’t mean it,” Clara said, unconcerned. Her lack of compassion pissed me off.

“Oh, Rhines meant it; he was still saying it on the way to the hospital,” I argued. “And he’s not the first. You breached our regulations, and that is unforgivable. Your submissive used his safe word, and you continued.”

“Oh, just throw a few thousand at Hank; he’ll soon forget it,” Clara said dismissively.

“No, Clara, you broke the rules, spat on the exclusive membership we were given, and worse, thought you could disrespect me and the RHMC.”

“What will you do, Nun? Spank me. Boo-hoo, a couple of guys got hurt. I’ll give you a million dollars, share it out amongst them.” Clara rose to her feet.

I clicked my fingers, and security came through the door.

“What’s this, Nun? Intending to throw me out? Sex clubs are easy to find.”

“No. You’re going to pay in flesh for every stroke you dished out after they uttered their safe word. Clare, you abused ten men; nine barely walked out of here; one didn’t. You will pay his hospital fees, and make no mistake, the private clinic we used is very expensive.”

“Fine, send me the bill.” Clara flicked her hand dismissively and walked to the door, completely unconcerned.

“That won’t be happening, Clara. I stated that you’d pay in flesh. I meant that. Take her to my playroom,” I ordered.

Clara began shouting and struggling as security took her arms. Teri marched forward and shoved a ball gag in her mouth. Clara’s eyes went wide.

“We’ll be taking the fees for Hank’s hospital charges. And you’ll be paying each client ten million dollars each. Luckily, you’ve enough in your bank to pay. I can’t wait to see you explain to your husband where the money disappeared to. Actually, Arthur’s right here,” I sneered, and the door opened again.

Clara turned pale. She babbled frantically, but Arthur Knight stared at her coldly. “When this distasteful episode is finished, we’re getting divorced,” he stated, spun around, and left.

Clara fought against security as they dragged her out. I planned to enjoy every stroke I would dish out.

“Blue, wear a new mask and change. You’re going to take revenge for the men Clara abused first.” Surprise flashed into his eyes, and then he nodded. “Make Clara hurt and ensure she bleeds.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied.

It was only right that a submissive should avenge the submissives Clara had basically tortured.

Priest

I crossed into Maine and headed for Camden. It had been three months of tracking across the country, but I finally had a positive lead: Brielle was local. I knew why. Brielle was aware I was a nomad for the Royal Bastards MC–Camden. She’d try to reach me here. A brief call with Warden, the president, had confirmed that Brielle wasn’t there, but he’d ordered me to come in.

I’d wanted to argue, but Warden wasn’t standing for it. Resentment flooded my veins, but I obeyed. I’d tracked every lead I had on her, hacking into systems and finding her. Brielle had slowly made her way across the country, determined to find me. I’d even figured out why she’d not called; I bet she’d forgotten my number. I intended to drum that into Brielle’s head when I found her. In future, I’d only be a call away.

Rain began falling as I neared Camden and passed through towards the compound. The prospect at the gate was new to me, and he contacted someone.

I nodded even though I was out in the soaking rain. He was diligent, and that was good. Once Warden confirmed who I was, he let me through, and I headed for the clubhouse. It was far too dark to see if anything had changed. I’d kept loosely up to date with them.

I parked and headed inside.

“Priest!” Warden greeted me, and I nodded. Behind him, someone began to laugh.

“That’s gonna get confusing,” Bogeyman said, appearing and clapping me on the shoulder.

“What is?” I asked.

“The prospect on the gate is also called Priest.”