Page 29 of His Captive Pet

She wanted to close her eyes to avoid seeing his dark expression focusing on her.

“Looks like you need some help with this.” With a hard slap to her pussy he released her throat and stepped back. “Don’t go anywhere.” He tweaked her nose and disappeared from the room.

He was a madman. Obviously, her radar for such craziness had malfunctioned over the past months of fantasy about him.

As soon as he stepped out of the room, she began to tug on the rings. Maybe if she used all of her weight, she could pull them from the ceiling. Jumping up into the air, she bent her legs and tried to yank downward.

Sharp pain radiated through her wrists.

“That was a dumb thing to do, Aubree.” Blake stood in the doorway, looking almost amused.

She growled and yanked downward again. “You don’t have to chain me up, Blake. I won’t go—what is that?” She eyed the small appliance and tube of pea-sized balls in his hands.

He put the items on the nightstand, clearing away a book before bending down to plug in what looked like a small Crock-Pot.

“Supplies.” He stood up to his full height. His black tee hugged his body. A month ago, she’d admired the way his clothes all seemed to show off his physique. Now, knowing what his strength could mean for her backside, the awe dimmed.

“For what?” She twisted in her restraints as he stalked to her.

When he reached her, he framed her face with his hands and brought his nose to touch hers. He inhaled deeply and grinned when he pulled back. “I can almost smell your arousal, sweetheart. You have no idea how fucking happy that makes me. You don’t want to be turned on by all this, I know you don’t. And you’re confused by it, by how wet your pussy is right now just because I have you tethered to my wall. But we’ll get through all of that. For now, we need to clean you up.”

“I’m not turned on,” she lied through gritted teeth. If her pussy became any slicker, it would be drooling down her leg.

He chuckled. “Already forgot the lying rule.”

A retort tingled her tongue, but she managed to keep herself in check. If he touched her, he’d know the truth, but he already did. He’d smelled it, he said. While he was busy undoing the cuffs, she sniffed the air.

Oh, god. He was right.

Chapter Twelve

Blake unhooked his girl and brought her arms down to her side. He could smell her pussy, how wet and ready she was, but she wouldn’t admit it. Not that he thought she would. Stubborn girl.

“Go lie on the bed, legs spread and your arms over your head.”

“What? Why?” She looked past him to the nightstand where the wax melted.

“Because I said to.” He stepped aside to let her by. He let out a heavy sigh and gave her a hard smack to her ass to get her moving. She rubbed the red handprint on her bare ass as she moved to the bed and climbed up. Peeking in the warmer, she turned a flushed face to him.

“You can’t wax me.”

He shook his head. “Of course I can, and I was even going to be nice about it. But seeing as you still haven’t learned who’s the master and who’s the pet in this scenario, I’ve changed my mind. Now lie down and spread your legs.”

Her eyes dilated another fraction and his cock throbbed. Fuck. Teaching her lessons was harder on him than he thought. Sinking his cock into her right then would have been heaven. Would have soothed every tense muscle in his body, but he had to wait. Had to keep himself in check, because this lesson, as small as it was, wouldn’t be enough to get her to finally give over to him and realize she wasn’t alone anymore. She could and would let him help her.

She still didn’t move, and his patience diminished. He easily picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. Grabbing one wrist and yanking it over her head, he fished out the cuffs he kept attached to the headboard, and had both hands tied down before she could put up much of a struggle.

Her feet were another story. Flailing, she nearly kicked him in the chest with her heel.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’ll pay for that one later.” He caught her foot and locked it down before dealing with the second. Not one to give up so easily, she twisted in the restraints and pulled.

“I swear, Blake, let me out.”

He went about stirring the wax and testing the temperature. “We keep having the same conversation over and over. If you would learn, if you would stop being so damn stubborn, maybe we could move on from this point. Maybe.” He pulled the Popsicle stick up into the air, letting the wax pour back into the warmer before looking over at her. “You would be having some fun right now. But, you haven’t learned yet, and until you do, the only thing we’re going to talk about is how you’ve done in your lessons.”

Twirling the wax around the stick until satisfied with the amount, he went to work. He knelt one knee on the bed and dropped the hot purple wax onto her mound. In truth, she hadn’t gone long since having shaved, and the hair was the perfect length to get the job done.

She sucked in her breath as he spread the wax over her, stroking downward with the growth, the way one of his exes who had been into him waxing her had taught him.

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