Page 76 of Deadmen's Captive

He closed the door and I stared ahead, feeling like I’d had the rug pulled out from under me. I couldn’t believe he’d done that. I was half tempted to slide my hands down and finish the job, but he opened the car door.

“Paige? Are you coming?” he grinned as I glared at him, and ignored his offered hand as I jumped down from the car.

“Bastard,” I muttered and he laughed.

“Oh, if you don’t like that, I am going to have so much fun torturing you later, sweet Persephone.”

I followed him into the clubhouse. It was empty of its patrons at the moment, but there were people that were clearly not university staff setting up tables and benches in the main hall. My eyes immediately went to the cuffs on the wall behind the three thrones and Bast must have noticed my face, because he grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze.

“You won’t be restrained tonight, Persephone.”

I nodded, slightly relieved, but waited until we’d left the hall and the hearing of the staff before asking the question I almost feared the answer to.

“What am I doing tonight, Bast?”

He smiled down at me. “You’ll be serving Tristan, Nate and myself. You serve no one else, and no one else can touch you. Understand me?”

“I think so.”

He turned, wrapping his hand around my throat and pushing me against the wall, leaning in close. It didn’t hurt, but he’d startled me.

“No one touches you,” he said slowly. “No one except Tristan, or Nate or me. Do you understand, Paige?”

I nodded. “I understand.”

“Good.” Bast leaned in closer, his lips brushing over mine. “Because if I ever see anyone with his hands on you, I will personally make sure he loses them.”

He released me, and I followed him down the hallway to the bedroom, shaking my head at his dramatics. He almost had me convinced for a moment. The thought of him being that possessive over me shouldn't have turned me on, but the idea lingered in my mind, and a small smile on my lips as I walked into the bedroom.

“What’s that?” I asked, stopping as I approached the bed. Clothes lay on the dark velvet bedspread, and I had a sneaking suspicion they were for me.

“Your costume for tonight,” Bast said. “Do you like it?”

“There’s not much of it to like,'' I grinned, running my fingers over it. “But I do like what’s there.” A black silk halterneck dress, black lace bra and stockings and suspenders. On closer inspection, I was relieved to find the skirt wasn’t too short, but would probably fall about mid thigh.

Bast watched me, his eyes glittering in the light of the candles set out on the dresser and bedside tables. “Good. We have about an hour and a half. You will find everything you need in the bathroom. Everything provided has been bought especially for you, so please use whatever you want. Tristan or Nate will come and get you when it’s time to go.”

“Ok.” At the implication he was leaving, the apprehension in my stomach only increased.

“I have some business to take care of before the feast begins,” he said. “Someone should have already been in to run you a bath. Enjoy yourself, and I’ll see you later.”

He opened the door, then turned and looked back at me.

“And Paige?”

“Yes?”

“Remember what I said in the car. I want that pussy desperate for my attention tonight, so no touching yourself.”

“What?” My face flooded with heat and he laughed.

“If I think you’ve made yourself come, I will punish you,” he said, and the spark in his dark eyes made me shiver at the threat.

“Fine. I wasn’t going to anyway," I retorted. “You aren’t that good.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Oh? Really? Well, I might need to change your mind about that.”

He pulled the door closed and strode across the room, reaching up to unsnap the fastenings of my dungarees and push them down.

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