Tomorrow, On the Edge of Fear will be out at major retailers. Yay! This week, I’m giving you a snippet that takes place a little later on the same day as the last snippet I gave for WipItUp. Alexis found herself on the bad side of a drunk dommabe and is trying to get away from him.
The guy in leather was coming toward her at a fast walk and the expression on his face was almost as scary as Gray Eyes. He was going to hurt her if he caught up with her.
Turning to her right, she ran along the wall, gasping as her muscles seized up and she grasped her side. A scream wrenched from her mouth when a hand grasped her hair and yanked her head back.
“You’ll pay for that, slut,” he spat, spittle covering her face and arms.
The exit gate was in the distance. She wished she could get away, but he held her hair in an iron grip and her side hurt so bad she wasn’t sure she could run. “Please,” she begged. “I said I was sorry. What else do you need?”
To her horror, a cruel smile crossed his lips. “That’s better, bitch. I think a good long throat fuck might make me feel better.”
Throat fuck? She might have gotten good at blow jobs, but “Throat fuck” sounded brutal.
She tried to struggle but he held her hair in a tighter grip. “Keep struggling, slut. It will make this more fun.”
Alexis screamed as panic overtook her. This kind of position she had never been in before. The whole place was slightly scary and she’d seen men shove women to their knees and stick their cocks in their mouths. Was that going to happen to her? Bile rose in her throat.
“Stop!” The yell caught her attention because she knew the voice.
“Ryan, help!” she cried out, screaming when the man yanked her head back further.
“Stop,” Ryan demanded, this time right in front of her. “Lexi, did you agree to this?”
“No,” she said, shocked to find herself sobbing. “I accidentally walked into him and—” She waved her hand around. “He said he was going to… to…” She couldn’t get the words out. It would make the thing all too real.
“Take your hands off her.” Ryan’s voice was ice cold.
“Shove off, boy,” the guy said. “This is my slut. Go find your own. Or, if you want, we can take her at the same time.”
“You’re drunk,” Ryan said, disgust in his tone. “She’s not consenting. Hands off now.” He reached for the guy’s wrist but the asshole yanked back, throwing Alexis off balance. She was suddenly half way on her back staring up at the angry guy and at a furious Ryan. He looked over his shoulder and shouted. “DMs!”
Two men dressed in black jeans and shirts that read Faire Security ran toward them. A woman dressed in a regal dress meant for a queen rushed up as well. “What is it?” she asked, her eyes glancing over the scene.
“The guy’s drunk and Lexi isn’t consenting,” Ryan spat out. “I told him to unhand her, but he won’t.”
“Release her,” the woman said, her voice cold.
“She’s my slut,” the guy spat. “She fucked up and now she’s gonna get her punishment.”
Security moved in and grabbed the guy’s arms. A moment later, Alexis’s hair was loose and she fell to the ground. Quickly, she was on all fours and scooted away from him. Ryan stepped to her side and she grasped hold of his arms as he lifted her up.
“I won’t ask if you’re all right, because of course you’re not,” he said. “But besides pulling your hair, did he hurt you?”
“No,” she whispered, a little shocked. She hadn’t been in such a bad situation in years. Obviously she’d become too complacent. “He wouldn’t s-stop.”
“I know.” He wrapped wonderfully strong arms around her and she sunk into his warmth. Until that moment, she hadn’t realized how cold she was.
“Lexi,” the woman said and Alexis turned toward her. She had firm, but kind hazel eyes. “I’m Queen Alice of the Faire. I need you to tell me what happened.”
So this was the queen. She looked every inch the part. Alexis explained everything that happened since leaving the chainmail shop. “And then Ryan rushed up,” she said and shivered again. “I didn’t think anyone was going to stop him.”
The queen’s eyes turned glacial. “I see.” She turned to the man the security guys were holding. “Since you’re here, I know you signed the release. That release stated that everything had to be consensual. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“Stupid slut wants it,” the guy spat out. Ryan pushed Alexis behind him, as though protecting her. It was a bizarre feeling. Nobody had put themselves between her and anything in a long time.
Having survived the streets for five years, Alexis Amari knows that staying safe means keeping to herself and not getting attached to anyone. All her training and logic come to nothing the day she visits Ye Olde Kinke Faire, intent on picking as many pockets as she can, and meets Ryan Walston.
At twenty, Ryan has a good life and is training to be a Dom. He’s at home at Elan Isle and Ye Olde Kinke Faire and when he meets Alexis, falls head over heels. When he finds out about her past, he gets her a job on the island. He hopes to be a good Dom someday. With them starting out on a D/s relationship, someday is now today and he struggles with the gaping holes in his experience.
Real work is harder than Alexis anticipated and she finds it more difficult to follow the rules than she expects. They both worry they will mess things up. The best night of their lives is blown apart and their entire future hovers on the edge of a knife. To move forward, Ryan and Alexis must face their deepest fears without falling apart. The sacrifices they make will either save their relationship or send them careening over the edge.