Page 96 of Cedarwood Cabin
As he turns to leave, I call out to him, my voice shaking. “Dax?”
He stops, turning to face me. “Yeah?”
“Today, I saw a darker side of you.”
“Really? So, keeping you chained up, the branding, wooden toys, you didn't see the dark side then?”
“Today…felt different.”
“Everyone has a dark side, flower. Some people just don’t show it.”
I bite the inside of my cheek and look away. Before he leaves the bathroom, I tremble, “Thank you.”
I don't know why I am thanking him. He gives me the smallest, most tentative smile. “Get dressed and come on down when you're ready.” He closes the door.
No! What the fuck am I thinking?! They lied about a lockdown! They have branded me! They tied me up and used wooden toys on me! What the fuck am I feeling?
I get out of the tub and glimpse myself in the mirror. My eyes instantly go to the F branded into my skin. I can’t help feeling this strange connection to it. I run my finger over the scar and let out a sigh. I dry my body and get dressed.
I make my way into the living room and my breath catches in my throat as I enter. Dax and Lyka look immensely hot in their skin-tight, white shirts and black trousers that seem to further accentuate their bodies, already so rugged in appearance.
Lyka walks toward me as he approaches me with a smile, takes my hand, and gently presses his lips against my knuckles. “Because you have been such a good girl, we want you to experience a proper date,” he says softly, in such an inviting way.
Dax approaches, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing a glimpse of his chiseled chest. His eyes smolder, gazing straight into mine. It makes me feel weak.
Fuck! They look like gods! They are so fucking hot!
Dax leans in close, his breath hot in my ear. “We want to dress you up, cook you dinner, and then get down on our knees and fuck you with our tongues.” My whole body quivers.
I swallow and my brain shifts into overdrive. Lyka lets go of my hand and steps back.
“We’re gonna take you to a store so that you can pick out a dress.”
My eyes fly open and I'm genuinely shocked. Feeling my surprise, Dax clamps down at the back of my neck with his hand. His fingers glide into my skin, reminding me of their dominance and control.
“Don't get your hopes up,” Dax growls, his voice low, rumbling, and full of threat. “You pull any shit and we’ll punish you.”
Lyka steps closer; his eyes pierce into mine. He holds my cheeks in his strong hand, squeezing them tight. “Do you understand?” Lyka asks firmly.
I nod as much as I can against the tight hold. “Yes,” I force out.
Lyka's eyes search mine for a hint of rebellion or deceit. Detecting none, he releases my cheeks.
“Good girl,” Dax says, stepping back and crossing his arms over his chest. “We're putting trust in you, flower. Don't make us regret it.” His eyes never leave mine, a silent warning. I breathe in deep, trying to still my racing heart.
Lyka takes my hand, his grip firm yet reassuring, and we leave the cabin. The moon is bright in the sky, tangling everything with its silvery light. The forest falls silent around us—nothing except the crunch of our footsteps on the gravel path and the echo of an owl's call.
Dax walks to the garage, pulling out the dark green Land Rover. The headlights cut through the darkness and a path is illuminated. Lyka walks me to the passenger side, his hand never leaving mine. He opens the door and I climb into the front seat, feeling the soft leather beneath. It has three seats, enough for us all to sit together in front.
Lyka comes in behind me, shutting the door. Dax looks at me briefly before shifting the car back into drive.
As we drive, the silence in the car grows so thick that my heart thrashes around my chest with a mix of fear and anticipation. It feels like it has been forever since I saw stores, people, or anything resembling the normal world.
We finally reach the fringes of the small town. Streetlights flicker to life as we pass by, casting their glow across quaint stores and silent streets.
We pull up in front of a twenty-four hour store, the neon sign above the door pulses softly. Dax kills the engine and there is a deafening silence. He turns to study me, his eyes hard and unreadable.
Lyka opens the glove box. My heart skips a beat when I see the glint of metal inside. He reaches in and retrieves a pistol, passing it to Dax. He takes the pistol, his fingers curling around it with a familiarity that terrifies me. He catches my eye, his gaze cold and unyielding. “Just a reminder that we expect you to behave,” he says, his voice dangerous.
