Page 2 of The Fixer

Her gut tightened. Someone had disabled the lab’s defenses.

A sound near the entrance made her freeze. Someone, with what sounded like booted feet, was moving outside her lab with deliberate stealth. Lyndsey’s mind raced as she glanced at the room’s reinforced door. She couldn’t outrun them, not here. Her research—years of work—was at risk, and she couldn’t let it fall into the wrong hands.

Masked figures appeared in the doorway, their silhouettes backlit by the dim hallway light. There were at least three of them, all armed. One motioned for the others to spread out, scanning the lab.

Lyndsey didn’t wait to see more. She snatched the encrypted drive and dashed to the reinforced security room at the far end of the lab. Her fingers shook as she entered the access code, the door sliding shut behind her with a soft hiss. The room was designed to withstand a chemical explosion, but Lyndsey knew it wasn’t impenetrable.

The intruders reached the door moments later. The sound of fists pounding against the metal echoed in the confined space. Lyndsey activated the room’s surveillance system, pulling up grainy footage of the lab. The masked figures were trying to breach the door, one of them producing a small cutting tool that glowed orange.

Lyndsey grabbed her phone and dialed the emergency line. No signal. She tried the lab’s internal communications system, but it too was offline.

“Think, Lyndsey,” she whispered to herself, forcing her rising panic into submission. Her eyes scanned the reinforced room. It was secure, but it wasn’t meant to be a fortress. She had to buy more time.

She activated a secondary protocol, flooding the outer lab with a cloud of disorienting gas designed for containment emergencies. The figures hesitated, backing away momentarily. But they regrouped, redoubling their efforts on the door.

Lyndsey’s breathing steadied, her mind clicking through possible scenarios. She had locked her data, secured her position, and called for help on the dedicated land line inside the safe room—none of which mattered if they broke through.

The attackers pressed forward, the whirring sound of their tools growing louder. Lyndsey clenched the encrypted drive in her hand, her resolve strengthening. She wasn’t just fighting for her work; she was fighting for the lives this breakthrough could save.

If they thought she was going down easily, they were in for a rude awakening.

CHAPTER TWO

JAKE

Anaked woman stood on the main stage strapped to a St. Andrew’s Cross. Her body already showed signs of excitement: flushed skin, stiffened nipples, and the telltale scent of arousal. Jake understood when women wanted to experience something different in the club, but he could never quite wrap his head around allowing another Dom to top your woman, and yet that was exactly what he was doing. The young woman’s husband and Dom was sitting in the audience and had specifically requested that Jake bring her to orgasm. Maybe that was just part of the kink for them, a voyeur/exhibitionist streak in both of them.

With practiced ease, Jake retrieved the violet wand from a nearby table, its sleek design a contrast to the primal desires it would soon ignite. He adjusted the settings, the soft hum of the device filling the air, causing the woman’s breath to quicken. Her nipples, already erect from the anticipation, tightened further as she imagined the sensations to come.

Jake's hand moved to her hip, his touch firm yet gentle, as he positioned her slightly forward, exposing the curve of her lower back and the swell of her buttocks."You're doing so well,"he whispered, his warm breath caressing her ear.

The wand's tip brushed against her shoulder, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. The woman gasped, her eyes closing momentarily as the sensation rippled across her skin. Jake's hand moved to her opposite shoulder, his touch grounding her as the wand's spark danced across her collarbone, leaving a trail of tingling warmth.

"Open your eyes,"he commanded softly."I want you to see what I'm doing to you."

As she obeyed, her gaze locked with his, a silent communication passing between them. The wand moved downward, tracing the valley between her breasts, making her breath catch in her throat. Her nipples, already sensitive, yearned for more as the wand's electricity teased one, bringing it to a painful hardness.

Jake's free hand cupped her breast, his thumb brushing across her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure through her."You like that, don't you?"he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

The wand teased the other nipple before continuing its descent, gliding over her flat stomach, making her muscles clench in anticipation. He could sense in her—how her skin seemed to hum with life, every nerve alive with a quiet, electric awareness. As the wand reached the top of her thighs, Jake's hand followed, his fingers gently parting her, exposing her glistening folds.

The woman’s breath hitched as the wand's tip hovered over her clit, indicating her anticipation was almost unbearable. Jake's fingers probed between her legs, finding her slick with her arousal, teasing her entrance, circling but not entering, building the expectation further.

"Please,"she whispered, her voice hoarse with need.

"Not yet,"he replied, his voice a low growl."I want you to feel every moment."

The wand's electricity danced over her clit, sending shocks of pleasure through her body. Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more contact, but Jake held her in place, his strong hands on her hips. He knew the sensation was exquisite torture, pushing her closer to the edge with each passing moment.

As her moans filled the dungeon, Jake's fingers finally entered her, filling her tight pussy completely. He stroked her slowly and deliberately, matching the rhythm of the wand on her clit. The woman’s body trembled, her muscles clenching around his fingers as she surrendered to the orgasm building within her.

"That's it, let go,"Jake whispered, his voice a commanding caress.

The wand's sparks intensified, pushing her over the precipice. The woman cried out, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Her legs trembled and her wrists strained against the restraints as she rode the crest of her orgasm before sagging against the cross.

Jake held her through the storm, his hands supporting her, his breath warm against her neck. As her tremors subsided, he switched off the wand, the sudden silence emphasizing the rapid beat of her pulse.

"That was incredible; thank you,"she whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction.