The three walked up the stairs slowly.
Christian felt like like one of those steel balls in an old pinball machine, just bouncing and ricocheting all over the place. Only one thought went through his mind and that was to get Anastasia to safety. He knew Taylor felt the same way. What Christian couldn't understand was how little he was acting. The anger, the jealousy was real. The desire to punish Taylor was also real. What was surprising him the most was how much he was looking forward to being a dom again. The need to send someone to their knees was overwhelming. As soon as he unlocked the door and walked inside he felt the dom surge inside of him, stronger and more powerful than ever before. A small part of him wished he had never agreed to the playroom scenario, but now it was too late. With cameras and audio everywhere, this was Ana's only chance to escape. He bowed his head, so be it.
Once inside he quickly cuffed Taylor to the wooden cross and then blindfolded him. Then he turned to his wife who was simply standing there, still dressed. The Dom inside him went wild.
"Anastasia."
She turned her head and looked at him and for the first of many times that night tasted fear. Christian was gone. This was not Christian in Dom mode, this was a total fucking stranger.
"I see you need a reminder in how to behave in this room."
"You can't punish her sir."
"This is my fucking playroom and I can do anything I like. Now shut up, your turn will come. "
There was no clock in the playroom. Ana tried to imagine what time it was. Surely they had been here almost two hours. She was cuffed spread eagle on the four poster bed, blind folded and a headset that was blasting white noise. She had no idea what was happening to Taylor and that was just a little bit scary. It was odd to not feel Christian, not to smell him, not to hear him and then out of nowhere, he would jump on top of her and fuck her like his life depended on it. She was sure he had been crying the last time. She had tasted his tears.

The dom didn't begin his retreat until Taylor's back and buttocks were a bloody mess. As the red haze started to retreat from his mind he heard the banging at the door. He stared in horror at the damage he had inflicted and then heard Taylor demanding more. More? More!What was he, a fucking masochist? Of course. Why didn't he catch that earlier? Fuck, I could have killed him. He grabbed Taylor's head, and saw the sad grin, "You stupid fuck! Are you crazy?"
"Sir, please, more. "
"Shut up,Taylor. "
He crossed to his wife and quickly undid the restraints as a feeling of panic started to grow inside him. This room, it had always represented control but there was no more control. He looked down at Ana, tossed her a blanket and ordered her not to remove the blindfold. Then he went back to Taylor. In the background, he could hear a relentless pounding on the door. A battering ram? Fuck, where did Sawyer get that. He undid Taylor's restraints with trembling hands and eased his body to the floor. Taylor gave one last moan and then lost conscious. Christian put his hands up over his ears and found himself collapsing to the floor beside Taylor and started to rock.
Outside Flynn and Sawyer finally felt the door start to splinter and with one more panicked slam the door crashed open.
Ana heard the door crash open and sat up, clutching the blanket to cover her nakedness. She pulled off the blindfold and saw the horrified expressions on Sawyer and Flynn. She followed their eyes down and let out a series if screams. Flynn said nothing as he pressed the hypodermic into her flesh.
He bent over Christian and sedated him quickly.
Sawyer had wanted to cover Taylor's body but Flynn said not yet. He grabbed the jar of anica cream from the bedside drawer. It was right where Christian said he would leave it. The ambulance crew arrived and Flynn directed them to take Taylor and Ana. Christian could wait for a second ambulance.
At the hospital, Taylor was rolled through the front door and out the back door to the waiting RV. Ana was already inside laying on a small mattress still sedated. Finally, Flynn and Sawyer carried in Christian.
"Cuff him quickly Sawyer, he's starting to come around."
Sawyer snapped the cuffs on tight, deliberately. Flynn shook his head sadly, so much pain. "Let's go, Sawyer. "
"You coming?" Asked Sawyer, his surprise evident.
Flynn nodded. "Only a monster could leave them like this."