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The training of a Sub.-(nightstalker73au & charmed)

"Use the flogger on him.."
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Taylor was momentarily caught off guard and missed a beat in her dance routine at the sound of that deep, masculine voice that she heard easily from out of the loud, rowdy crowd. No way in hell would she encourage the drunkard who currently crawled toward her with a sick, perverted lust shining in his blood shot eyes. she thought when suddenly one of the burly security guards finally appeared and dragged the man offstage.
 
Mike watched as the guards eventually caught the pesky man dragging him off stage, his own club resting lightly on his knee as he ordered another drink. Later tonight he would talk more with her, fingers gripping the glass and imbibing the strong liquid.
 
After she finished she quickly returned to her dressing room and stashed the cash she had into her safe without counting it. She had easily over a thousand dollars from that one show alone! She had to admit that her new piercings were a hit! Besides, it gave her an erotic thrill to know that Mike was the one responsible for her 'new look' - and only the two of them knew it.
 
Mike heard the extra whistles and howls as she left the stage, his eyes moving about the room as he nodded to the bartender. Her drink would be waiting for her as another dancer took the stage, her act going off quite well but not gaining as much attention as Taylor's. Grinning at his own thoughts he relaxed at his table with his drink.
 
Fifteen minutes later after she had changed clothes, she made her way through the hallway on her way to Mike when a strong hand grabbed her from the side and closed over her mouth, pulling her against a mans much larger body. Since he held her from behind she couldnt see his face, all she felt was his alcohol tinged breath warm on her neck as he said in her ear, " Think you can humiliate me and get away with it bitch?" Then the next thing she knew, his rough, cruel hand was down the front of her dress and ripped the small hoop from her left nipple.

She screamed in terror and pain as the man dropped her to the floor and was gone...
 
Mike glanced at his watch and nodded to one of the security guards as they both looked in the direction of the change rooms, her scream was unmistakenable and moving quickly through the room he knocked over one table in his hurry. Reaching her body on the floor he eased her head up and noticed the torn dress, eyes glancing towards the back entrance. Uncurling his baton to full length he lightly ran fingers through her hair before leaving.

Out the back of the strip club his eyes noticed something, a man moving towards a van. His own feet giving chase to him and within a few inches the baton unleashed itself. The back of his head cracked as the man went to his knees, not caring he turned and charged Mike. With the help of a security guard who had followed they subdued the man, Mike taking back the piercing but knowing their little secret was out now. Briefly talking to the manager on the way back in he strode back to his table and sat down, the pain in his wrist telling him it was indeed broken, possibly in several places.
 
Taylor laid on her couch in the dressing room while one of the other dancers bandaged her breast, which while still painful, had stopped bleeding. It was mainly fear that kept her secluded, unwilling to leave the safety of the enclosed, small room...atleast not without Mike by her side....
 
Mike took the ice and small towel, making his own bandage for his wrist. His drink finished as he moved back through the various tables of the room towards the back stage area. Knocking softly on her door he turned the door handle slightly and peeked in.
 
The look on her face when she saw him said way more than words alone ever could about her relief and happiness about seeing him there.

" Well, now that he's here and I know you're safe....I'll go." Shelia, her friend and fellow dancer said as she left the room.

" Oh Mike!!" she flew up off the couch and staright to him. She came up short however, just before launching herself into his arms as she saw his injured wrist. "Oh my god! You're hurt!!"
 
Mike glanced between both dancers before watching one leave, his eyes watched her move fast from the couch before pausing. No sooner her words had been spoken he moved into the room further and closed the door behind himself.

"Taylor its fine, i am more worried about you"
 
"That bastard!" she said as she examined his injured wrist. " I'm....well, I'm sore and scared but o.k." she said as she gave in to her overwhelming need and wrapped her arms around him- forgetting about her injured nipple and winced when it rubbed against him.
 
Mike heard her words and softly kissed her cheek and the corner of her mouth as he felt her arms wrap tightly around his neck, the wince from her concerned him though. His eyes meeting hers as he spoke. "Taylor that could be worse than me, should get you examined thoroughly".
 
"Maybe I just need for you to kiss it and make it better.." she said in a sexy, teasing voice as she tried to lighten the mood a bit. She didn't necessarily want him to see how much the attack had truly affected her-
"And you're the one who needs to be taken to the hospital, Mike! You're wrist looks broken!"
 
Mike heard her first few words and moved them back towards the couch, his feet going from under his body gently easing them both down onto it. His lips close to her neck as he spoke. "Taylor i will go to the hospital and get checked out if you do.."
 
" O.K., it's a deal" she said finally. "Just let me change clothes, O.K.?"

Mike had already seen her naked so there was no reason to have him leave the room, besides, she was feeling a bit fearful to be alone at the moment. So, although she didn't have on much to take off in the first place, she slowly slid off her dress, careful of her bandaged breast, and walked to her small closet to find something to wear.
 
Mike heard her words and watched her move, standing up slowly he moved across towards the door. Eyes watched the door more than her as he spoke softly. "Taylor something that you can open easily for them to fully check that nipple out will do good"
 
She dressed in a pair of low slung jeans and a plain button up shirt- no bra. After putting on her shoes she grabbed her purse, made sure her safe was locked and then walked to Mike and held onto his uninjured hand as if her life were in his hands.
 
Mike felt her link arms with his as he stepped out, eyes glancing about as they headed for the exit. Leaving and opening his car he gave her the keys as he spoke softly. "Taylor you best drive.."
 
Taylor felt a thrill rush through her at the idea of driving his expensive and fast sports car. " Sure!" she said trying not to seem too overly excited.
 
Mike heard the excitement in her voice as he opened the passenger side door for himself, sliding into the seat and resting his head against the window.
 
After 4 hours at the emergency room they finally got back to Mike's house, at about 3 a.m. Taylor had 2 stitches in her torn nipple and Mike had a fractured wrist, which they put into a splint. " Look at us, we're both a mess" she said half teasing trying to avoid the inevetible discussion about what had happened at the club.

She broke the silence first as they both collapsed onto the bed together, " Why do you think that asshole did this?"
 
Mike had sighed at the inevitable cast and resetting of his wrist, the trip home quick and soon enough he heard her words. His eyes showing concern but somber as he reached out with his good hand to lightly caress her cheek. "Taylor i really have no idea, your piercing was retrieved but i fear you are going to leave me.."
 
She looked at him with wide blue eyes, "Leave you? Why would I do that?" she asked truly perplexed.
 
Mike heard her words and noticed how wide her eyes had become, his fingertips caressed lower down one cheek before he moved slowly from where they sat. He needed a drink, heading to the small bar he poured himself a whiskey, downing half the glass.

"Taylor because i got you hurt, if it was not for me entering your life it would not have happened."
 
" Mike? How can you think that? Had I not had the piercings he would have just hurt me some other way....and it's lucky you were there because if it wasn't for you chasing him down, he would have probably gotten away with it" Taylor stood up and walked over to him, needing to touch him, to be close to him, " And talk about blame, it's MY fault YOU got hurt tonight....NOT the other way around:
 
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