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herself be taken. Matthew made love to
her body, taking her pleasure. He gave as much as he took. Only when she went
over the edge into bliss did he allow himself to come.
    She
felt the jerk of his cock followed by the spurt of his seed inside her.
    He
collapsed against her. His warm breath heated her neck. She waited while he
unbound the silk around her wrists.
    “I
can’t wait to show you how magical this can be. I’ll give you the world, Clara,
all I ask for in return is your submission.”
    Clara
didn’t answer him. He wanted to visit the club he mentioned earlier. Once they
visited the club then he’d want her answer. She rubbed her hands as he stood.
He lifted her up then carried her up the stairs.
    What
would happen afterwards? What if the club opened a part of her that made her
run? Matthew would never let her go but what if for her own survival she needed
to leave?
     
    *
* * *
     
    The
following day Matthew left her to her own devices at his home. He’d instructed
her not to leave the house. After cleaning away their breakfast dishes, Clara
went to the library in the hope of distracting herself. Her thoughts kept
returning to the playroom. Their time together in that room distracted her. No
matter how many times she opened a new book, her thoughts returned to what that
room meant for her.
    Closing
the book in her hand, she went in search of the room in question. The key on
the side taunted her. She grabbed the key then opened the door.
    Once
she turned on the light she gazed freely around the room without Matthew staring
at her. Sometimes he made her feel more nervous with his constant look.
    She
didn’t know what she hoped to find in the room, maybe some answers to her
questions. Shrugging her shoulders, she took the time she needed to look
around. None of the toys jumped out at her like little monsters waiting to take
her away.
    This
room held the key to Matthew. The sex toys were merely instruments used by him.
    Running
her hands along the wall, she touched each toy in turn. With her life being
about bailing out her father, she didn’t know all the names. One looked like it
was made out of wood while another out of leather.
    Each
would inflict pain. At least, the wooden ones looked painful. She rubbed her
behind and thought about the consequences they held.
    “You’re
not going to get anywhere by looking at them,” she said to herself. Using them
was out of the question. She’d probably put herself in the hospital trying to
figure out how to do that.
    She
turned the light out and locked the door then screamed as she saw her father standing
in the doorway.
    Touching
a hand to her heart, she glanced at the man she called a father then frowned.
He shouldn’t be in the house.
    “What
are you doing here?”
    “I
came to see you. I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for some time.”
    He
advanced in the room. Clara took a step back, afraid of him. Matthew’s warnings
echoed through her mind.
    “He’s
turned you against me.”
    “No,
he’s not done that. You’ve done that with your gambling. He told me the truth
about you. How could you do that to me?” she asked. Her voice rose as she faced
the man who’d used her as a stake in a card game.
    “Don’t
you dare raise your voice to me. I’m your father.”
    “Fuck
you!” She screamed the words at him. Her anger clawed at her, threatening to
get out. Before she could stop herself, she grabbed a crystal vase off the
nearest shelf and threw it at him. No comfort came as the vase smashed on the
floor. “No father I know would use their daughter to win a fucking game. When
are you going to see you have no chance of winning? A card game or horses or
the fucking tables are not about luck. It’s about chance, Dad. Your likelihood of winning is fifty percent. There is no luck
or winning streak. It’s a fucking game. A high risk game.”
    Years
of frustration, anger and resentment leaked out of her.
    “My
luck is turning—”
    Clara
grabbed