Page 19 of His Captive Pet

“Where are we?” she asked, speaking for the first time since they’d left the shack in the woods.

Blake rolled down his window and pushed the button on an intercom.

“Whispered Desires. How can I help you?”

“Hey, Brandon. It’s Blake. He’s expecting me.” Blake reached over and pushed her back against her seat when she tried to lean over him. She just wanted to see out the window. It wasn’t like asking Brandon for any help would be beneficial.

“Devin said you were on your way. The cabin isn’t ready yet; go up to the main house, he’s waiting for you,” the voice crackled through the speaker.

“Thanks.”

His window rolled back up, and the gates opened before them.

She’d have her answers in a few minutes, so she didn’t bother pushing him for any. The tightness in his jaw didn’t suggest he was open for a discussion anyway.

When the road broke out of the trees, a large farmhouse came into view. Typical farmhouse, as far as she could tell. White siding with black shutters. A porch with three hanging seats wrapped around the house. She pushed the button to roll down the window and was surprised when it actually worked. Once it was completely open, she put her head out the window. A loud snap of a whip caught her attention and a piercing scream followed. The sound came from the barn. Bigger than the house, the barn was painted red, and the two large doors were opened.

“What the fuck?” She twisted in her seat as the truck rolled past, and she could make out the dungeon equipment inside. A woman hung strapped to a thick beam in the center of the space, naked with red welts crossing over her back. The man holding the whip stalked around her, talking.

“It’s okay, Aubree.”

“Okay?” Aubree turned back to Blake. “How the fuck is that okay?”

“Because she said it’s okay. She’s not there unwillingly.”

He pulled the truck up to the farmhouse, parking outside the garage just beside it. Pulling the keys from the ignition, he turned to her. “Everything that happens from here on out is up to you. If you behave, do what you’re told, then you’ll stay safe.” His fingers trailed across her forehead, pushing her hair from her face. “But if you don’t. If you keep fighting me, keep cursing and being disobedient, I’ll show you how strict I am. I’ll show you what happens to naughty girls.”

He looked down at her cuffed hands and lightly tapped the metal bracelet.

“I’m not toying with you, Aubree. I wasn’t just being nice this morning bringing you the coffee. I want more from you than just casual friends. And I’m sure you do, too, or at least you did before you didn’t get your way today. Remember that when you’re naked and sore and wishing you’d been a good girl.”

Aubree pulled back, not wanting his words to have the effect they did. “I may have wanted something with you. Before. But, I’ve changed my mind.”

He shook his head and leaned closer to her. She could smell him, sweat and musk. “You didn’t change your mind, you just decided you didn’t want to listen to it anymore. That’s fine. First order of business is getting you cleaned up and rested. Then I’ll check in with John back home.”

Her mind had changed, but her heart wasn’t in agreement. But he didn’t need to know.

Besides, Jorge did blame her. That much was obvious, and her house no longer existed. A day or two with him would give her some time to figure out her next step.

The door to the farmhouse swung open, and a man, dark-featured and almost as large as Blake stalked out onto the patio. She watched him walk to the end of the porch and fold his arms over his chest while staring at the truck.

“Whatever.” She raised her wrists up. “Unlock me.”

A grin stretched out across his lips and a twinkle entered his eyes. She shoved her wrists at him again.

“Sweetheart. You get unlocked when I say you get unlocked. And given your attitude, I’m keeping you just like you are.”

Samuel stirred in the back seat. His collar jingled as he shook off his sleep.

“C’mon, Samuel, I bet you’d like to stretch your legs.”

Blake opened his door and went to the back seat to get Samuel, who hopped out without another glance in Aubree’s direction.

“You’re my dog, Samuel!” She kicked the floor of the truck with both feet.

“Blake.” The man on the porch waved him over as he came down the steps of the porch.

The two had a short conversation while Samuel wandered around the grass and sniffed out a good place to roll around. The sounds of the woman being whipped in the barn carried across the lot to the truck, and Aubree did her best not to put herself in the woman’s position.

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