Page 8 of Traps and Gretchen

Fuck, this would be the trap of all traps. The trap of the century. No, of his life.

“Just remember there is no safer place for her than inyoureternal trap.”

What did that mean? A forever trap?Hisforever trap? The thump of the car door snapped him from the mental puzzle.

He eyed Fetch as he made his way to the driver’s side. “I’ll call you,” his fairy brother said opening his door then turning those glowing blue eyes to the sky. Traps looked up to see what seemed to hold his attention then found those blue portals back on him. “There’s a storm coming,” he mumbled to him.

Traps looked again at the sky, finding only red tinted air that indicated the opposite. He meant a different kind of storm and now wanted to ask what kind, when, where? Was it a personal one? For him? Was it the one coming tonight? Was it the one raging across the country? Was more of that coming?

His gut answered,All the above.

Traps watched the black car pull out right as his phone buzzed in his back pocket. He pulled it out and the sight of her name sent stars shooting through his blood and brain.Trap her literally. And do everything you ever dreamed to her.

Fuck, had he really said those words?

He slid his phone back in his pocket, not ready for her yet. He needed a plan. If he was going to trap her physically, he’d need supplies too. He still had no idea what she’d done with his favored ropes. He’d stop by his trapping shed and get every kind of restraint he might need or want because he sure had no idea what that was.

You’ll know.

Holy fuck, he was doing this. He was finally doing what he’d itched all along to do. Bind her up. Make her see. Make her feel. Makeherendure what she did to him.

He made his way to the small boat and hopped in. Once enroute, he pulled his phone out, ready to get some idea of where her head was.

“Please don’t tell me you’re on your way, I accidentally burned the roux!” she cried in his ear.

“They had to cancel,” he said, casting out his first trap.

“Oh,” she said after a few seconds. “What happened?”

Which answer to give? “They had a marital emergency.”

She gave an odd sputter. “What the heck is that?”

“I have no idea. It appeared to be the kind of fight a husband and wife who are madly in love have.”

“Oh. Well… makes sense you wouldn’t know what that looks like.”

“How do you figure?” he challenged, as every need she’d evoked in him congregated in his cock till it thumped with hunger.

“Because you clearly haven’t experienced anything like that.”

He stared into those flames blazing around her and jumped right in. “You mean with you?”

“Withanybody, I’d wager.”

There went that switch. Only this time, her fury registered differently in his blood and bones. He finally let himself imagine things. Thick rope biting into her soft skin. Muscles stretched so very tight. Joints put to the test. A devious hunger sprinkled its way through his blood as the memory of her seduction rose up. “Are you still wearing that dress?”

She made sounds that tickled his cock.Trappedsounds. “Yes, why?”

Yes. Why? “Because I like it,” he said, his arousal spiking his pulse. “Your tits drive me crazy in it.” Oh fuck. Those words out loud. Hersilence.He was boiling for her. “You thought I didn’t notice?” The sound of her breaths and absence of words were perfection. “I did notice. I know what you’re doing, wife.”

Breathless. Fuck, she was in a corner. Pinned.

“Is that a fact?” she barely said.

“It is.”

“I don’t even know what you mean.”

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