Chapter 3

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*Chapter 3*

The next visitor she has is not the pig-headed owner that has her locked away like Rapunzel. Instead it's another man. One with a short crew cut of blonde curls and cloudy grey eyes complete with a playful grin.

"Hey there, lucky you. You get me as your butler for the day," he teases striding in and placing down a tray. A large plate takes up most of it, brimming with breakfast food. There's coffee in a cup to the side of it with what Katy guess is milk in another container and sugar in a smaller bowl. Beside the plate is also a white pill which she has no idea of and has no intention of taking.

"The name's Cole, by the way. Oh! And that pill is just a painkiller, if you need it," he explains catching her staring at the medication.
"Katy and...thankyou," she hesitantly states, wondering if he requires a tip. But then again, she isn't the one that ordered room service.
"So are you staying with us for very long?" he casually asks.
Katy shrugs, "I don't know."
It depends how quickly the owner will tire of her and eventually conclude that he cannot help her.
"Okay, well, no problem. The more the merrier. This floor's usually for staff anyway."

Katy grows confused. Surely in a hotel, having an entire floor reserved just for staff is a little...ludicrous. What kind of a business plan is that? Despite the place being huge, surely having one floor unavailable for bookings would take out a considerable amount of profits.
"The...staff live here?" she questions.
"Well...just a few. This floor's got 9 bedrooms. 4 for females and 4 for males. 1 is a spare-this one. And two people share a room so like...only 16 members of staff live here. The rest have homes nearer to the town. Oh and at the end of the corridor is Mason's office. That leads up to the top floor which is his living quarters."
"So...only the bottom floor's used for guests?"
How are they possibly still in business?
"Well...yeah."
"But then...how does the hotel profit?" Is it magic?
"'Hotel'?!" snorts Cole before dissolving into laughter. He's just managing to contain it when he catches a glimpse of the girl's confused expression, causing him to slide straight back into laughter.

"Oh sweetheart," he states, taking a hold of himself again, "this isn't a hotel...It's a BDSM club."


She shudders at those four little words, a dark cloud settling around her as it darkens in distress. Katy feels her world spinning as she tries to stop herself fainting. BDSM-Oh God, Richard had called it that. She'd called it torture but he'd called it BDSM. The very thought of that going on in this building has her wanting to hurl up yesterday's dinner. She can't remain here, in a...a dungeon. She needs to get out. Get out now!

With only that thought in mind, her feet propel her forwards. Slipping through the surprised open grasp of Cole as she races for the door and her freedom. Suddenly, only a few feet from that door the large steel bands of Cole's arms clam around her. Her shorter, softer body thrashes in his arms as he tries to rein her in. It's a loosing battle and he knows it. He can't get her to stop without hurting her and she doesn't seem to be listening to him telling her to just calm down.

"Mason! Mason! Argh...Katy, please...calm down. I'm not going to hurt you!" cries Cole, hoping that his boss is in his office and the door is open.

Luck is definitely on Cole's side as Mason comes rushing in with alarm. In that moment, Cole immediately lets go Katy causing her to go crashing into Mason.
His arms wind around her as he nods in permission for Cole to leave. Alone, her hysteria strikes again as she realizes she's just been passed from one man clutches to another.

"Katy! Katy, stop. Stop struggling and listen to me for a moment," he commands forceful yet controlled.
As she gradually ceases her movements, she's rewarded with release from the soft yet strong fortress of his body.

"What's wrong? Did Cole say something to upset you?" he asks sincerely and patiently.
"Nothing...It was nothing-it was just me. I..." murmurs Katy shaking her head, those black waves flowing with the movement.
But Mason's not prepared to accept that answer.
"No not 'nothing'. I can't resolve whatever it is if you don't tell me."
"He-I-...What is this place?" finally fearfully whispers Katy hoping that Cole had just been saying the fact it's a BDSM club for a cheap joke.
"I think you already know," clips Mason his tone stiffer as he realizes that's what has caused this wave of fright.
"Is it...is it really a-a....that kind of club-"
"What kind of club, Katy?" demands Mason determined to get her to say it.
"A...a sex club..."she rushes out with a blush.
"BDSM, Little Doe," he corrects.
"And you're the...owner?" gulps Katy unconvinced of the difference.
"...Yes. So, is that all that's got you unnecessarily worried? That I'm the owner of a BDSM club?"

Katy looks away in embarrassment and then back to him with lightly tinted rose cheeks.
"Wh-what will you do to me?" she nervously enquires.
Jesus, just her luck. Is he going to pimp her out now? Does he even realize that she's damaged goods and no one in their right mind would pay for her?

Mason looks at her for a minute before bursting into soft chuckles.
"Nothing...that you don't want. But anything for your benefit. Like for instance right now, eating some food and stopping all this nonsense," pointedly replies Mason gesturing to the untouched tray of breakfast that Cole brought in.

Katy just nods her head and reaches for the tray.
"Good. Now after you've eaten, I'll show you around," nods Mason pleased that for now, there's no issue.


She takes the place, not particularly wanting the food but common sense overrules, reminding her that she'll have no idea when her next meal will be. Katy manages to force down half of it, before the quantity on her fork and her speed reduces.

"I can't eat anymore," she quietly says, peeking at him with apprehension.
He simply shrugs, "that's okay, at least take the painkiller. Are you okay to take ibuprofen by the way?"
She nods, sipping her drink before swallowing the pill. In all fairness, her body is starting to ache. Not particularly, from her old bruises but more from her sore, overworked muscles. While she is fairly fit, she's no athlete by any feet and yesterday's running through the wilderness definitely reminded her of that.

It's only after that he rises, leaving her to follow in suite. They arrive in the carpeted hallway; down one way is a dark oak door with Mason's nameplate hanging, while along the sides the bedrooms are lined, just as Cole said.


He re-explains it and she doesn't go to inform him that she already knows. Soon, he presses forward, leading her down the spiral stairway into the lobby.

The back of a familiar set of doors comes into view, next to which is an unattended desk and tall coat rack.
"This way," calls Mason throwing a quick glance over his shoulder as he carries on into the main lounge-bar area of the club.

Katy gazes around the fancy, expensively decorated room in fascination. The whole place is blasted with light from the large Victorian windows with their velvet like drapes hanging unapologetically open. There's a small stage and a sleek bar, which she can see is lined with lights that would probably be lit in the evenings with doors open. The furniture is encompassing with the theme of luxury and the seating is probably all real leather and good quality wood. Right at the back there is yet another door.

It's one that Mason leads Katy down as they once again emerge in a hallway. He picks the nearest room on the left hand side, easing her into there before she can take much else in.

It's a scene room.


That much is clear from the large space and only essential furniture like the bed and the two-seater couch. She wearily spots the bars at the top, the rest of the equipment she assumes is hidden away but that doesn't make it any less scary.

"This is one of the scene rooms customers may use," explains Mason gazing back at Katy to see her eyes wide and arms hugging her sides. Her eyes are darting all over the place as her airways once again, seem to seize up.
"Katy...Deep breaths, remember," soothes Mason his hands rubbing at her shoulders.
Her eyes snap upwards at their contact, to meet his serene navy blue ones.
"What am I meant to do here?" she whispers at him, determined already that she wouldn't be one of his employees. No matter how hard he tries to force her hand.
"I told you, nothing you don't want. I want to help you. I want to show you...my world."
"But-but....why?" exasperates Katy.
This is all something she wants no part of. In fact, all of this-it's the exact opposite of what she craves. She doesn't want a large place to stay in, she just wants a small self-contained apartment. She certainly doesn't want anyone living with her except maybe a cat.

Mason glides his hands up to cup her cheeks, one of his thumbs rubbing circles on the soft flesh.
"Because you're going to inevitably be a part of it," he concludes.

Katy's eyes widen, her heart stuttering from both pain and longing; pain from her previous experiences of BDSM  and longing for someone to say that and not mean something so...so derogatory.
"No," she gasps trying to break out of his hold.

Deep blue eyes flash with hurt at the rejection before being reigned back.
"I can only guess at what happened to you, sweetheart to make you this afraid and while I may not know if I'm right or not, I do know one thing. I can promise you that I am not like this person and I never will be. You're safe here. No one's going to do anything invasive to you without your permission, okay?"
He's seems so honest that Katy can't help but believe him.

"O-okay..." she breathes with a hesitant smile.

Mason's own lips curl into a heart-stopping smile as happiness explodes in his chest from her trust in him.
"Good. Now, this is a working club and sometimes you can't help what you see. We run shows here with the audience as customers, so I need to see how distressed watching BDSM makes you. It won't be anything too heavy-"

"Mas-Mr. Carter!" squeaks Katy in shock. Sweet Lord is he for real?!

How can she possibly be expected to sit there quietly as another person is being tortured. She doesn't like the idea of the Master. To her, the whole relationship has far too much inequality. After all, as Richard had told her numerous times when they were engaged in BDSM, only the Master is supposed to derive pleasure-not the submissive. But despite this the light spanks, or being restricted in her movements, she guiltily admits, did induce some deep-seeded pleasure in her. Only the very next second, Richard would gleefully remind her again who is the Master and replace even that inkling of pleasure with pain.

"Don't be scared, Little Doe. Deep breaths remember?" Mason gently encourages, his gaze penetrating deep into her very heart.
Katy adamantly shakes her head, "with all due respect, Mr.Carter. I don't-I don't think that's a good idea."

She tries to break the eye contact as she disagrees with him but it's almost impossible with the way he has her frozen under his unwavering deep blue eyes.
"I need to see how uncomfortable it makes you Katy. And you may have ignored your problems, your issues, other people may have, but I will not. I'm not the bad guy here Katy. I'm only trying to help you. And sometimes that means doing things you're not comfortable with," tries explaining Mason.
"..Why? Why would you possibly care? Why does it matter to you whether I'm comfortable or not? I'm meant to be your hostage so why treat me like this-"
"Like what?" spits Mason in outrage.
She is not his hostage-or well...maybe technically she is. But it's only to help her and for her to give him a chance. 

"Like you care! Like I matter!...Please, just...just stop!" burst out Katy in a hot flash of fury and desperation.

Mason's body freezes for a minute in shock; his back stiffens and the muscle at his jaw jumps ever-so-slightly. But he quickly tries to reel in those emotions, trying desperately to display that calm, cold exterior that his eldest brother can do so well.
He believes he has it as he stalks closer to Katy, however her eyes still widen in fright.

Her body is pumping with adrenaline, poised and ready to take on that flight instinct if necessary. Mind reels in regret, screaming at her that she shouldn't have opened her stupid, big mouth. She should have just kept quiet and dealt with it. Just like she has a million other things before this. It's not like the man was going to involve her in the show. She shouldn't have said anything.

Stupid, stupid, stupid girl.

Now, he's going to be punish her and this time, she's determined not to make a sound of cowardliness.


One of his large hands rises to her cheeks causing her to subconsciously flinch, but all it does is come a mere few millimeters from her light mocha skin and then drop. Her stiff body and steeled mind both await the abuse and is left in confusion when it doesn't arrive.

"Go sit down Katy, and then we can start the show," clips Mason spinning around and retrieving his phone from the depths of his dark jeans.
Sending a quick text to Cole, he turns back to see Katy still standing there like a statue.
"Katy. Go sit down," he commands again.

Katy's eyes go wide, snapping out of her day dreams and she nods hesitantly. Her eyes sweep hastily toward the red twin-seated couch before she makes her way over there. Mason follows behind, relaxing into the plush cushions more so than his partner next to him. Just having him in those close parameters causes Katy's back to go ramrod straight and her nerves to stand on end. Just having his musky scent tickle her nose makes her jittery. It's just so different to Richard's designer aftershave and cologne. Perhaps it's because it isn't like he's poured it on, or maybe it just is the scent. A woody, pine smell that induces some sort of protected feeling in her....Or maybe she's just going crazy. Years of abuse can do that to a person-apparently.


"Katy," he quietly calls.
Her attention snaps back to him and away from her sad, twisted life.
"If it does get too much, too overwhelming....tell me. I won't be angry and you won't be punished....You have no reason to fear me, Little Doe," he wholeheartedly emphasizes.

Katy bites her lip and just nods. He's right;she does have no reason to fear him...yet. But sooner or later he would takehis frustrations out on her. Because isn't that what men do? Torture theweaker. And she most definitely is weaker.     

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