Page 14 of His Captive Pet

She gasped and took a step back, taking in the far wall of the cabin. Hooks and pegs lined the walls, and several different-shaped implements hung from them. Paddles, whips, hairbrushes, crops; it was as though she’d just stepped into the stockroom at the local BDSM store.

Blake shut the door, blocking out the natural light and darkening the room. Two small windows on the wall behind the bed allowed some sunshine in, but not enough to fully illuminate Blake’s expression. She could make out his eyes, though, the way he stared at her, watching her and waiting. No tension in his jaw or his body, he could have been standing in a takeout line as far as his expression went.

But she could feel the sensations in the air shift. He may not have been glaring at her, but he wasn’t smiling anymore, either.

“My brother uses this hunting cabin,” he said after a long stretch of quiet. His back turned to her as he looked over the wall of implements and the narrow ledge. He picked up a male chastity cage and flashed a grin at her. “So do a few of his friends.”

“Greg?” she asked and rolled her eyes at herself. He only had one brother, but Greg—Greg was so nice, so laid-back.

“Yeah. He runs in different circles than myself. A bit darker, I guess is the word.” He dropped the cage back on the ledge and started to run his fingers over a thick strap hanging just above.

“You’re lying again. Greg’s too sweet.” Did she really need to be arguing about his brother’s kinks? Her shoulders burned beyond tolerability, and she needed to get the hell out of the cabin before he plucked something off the wall.

“Hmm. You know better than that. Not everyone walks around with their kink displayed on their sleeve.”

What? No.

“W-why do you say that? How would I know anything?” She eyed the door, willing herself to get the nerve to run.

“I saw you, Aubree. Two weeks ago, at Dark Lace. Greg was filling in for the bartender and had left his phone at the bar. I stopped over on my way home to give it to him.” He fondled a thick braided whip while he continued. “I saw you, strapped up against a St. Andrew’s cross. Some kid taking a belt to your ass.”

Jonathan had been a one-night play partner. She’d needed the burn, and he’d offered his hand, but it had never gone further than a spanking.

Blake had been there? Had seen?

Her mind racked over the memory, trying to recall how deep the scene had gone. They hadn’t fucked, and she didn’t remember there being anything other than impact play.

“I didn’t watch the whole scene, but it was enough for me to know you’ll be able to take what you have coming.” His hand rested on a thick strap. “You looked a bit bored with the belt, or at least the way he handled it.”

He was demented if he thought she would let him take that thing to her.

“Blake. Please. My shoulders are really hurting.” Maybe a distraction would keep his hands off the damn strap.

He looked her over, leaving the implement alone.

“I’ll undo the cuffs, but if you disobey in any way—no matter how tiny—they go back on. Do you understand?” He strode to her with three strides. He’d seemed big before, but now in the small space, he swallowed up the room.

“Yes.” She turned around, shoving her hands at him. A jingle of a key, some uncomfortable twists of her wrists, and she was free.

Her arms fell forward, and she groaned from the heat spreading through her limbs. His hands wrapped around her shoulders, and he started to rub them in a deep massage. As much as she wanted to yank away and kick him for what he’d put her through, it was actually helping.

“Better?” he asked, the force of his breath blowing her hair away from her ear.

“Yes.” She pulled away, facing him and sitting on the bed.

“Good.” He walked back over to the wall, and she bolted from the bed to the door.

She was an easy catch, though. Two steps and his arm caught her around her middle, hauling her off the floor and pinning her to his side.

“See. Now didn’t I just tell you—”

“You didn’t say I couldn’t leave!” she pointed out while squirming in his grip.

He chuckled. Amused! She amused him.

“No, I guess I didn’t. But I’m saying it now. You can’t leave. You can’t go to the car. You can’t drive home. You can’t step one step out of my sight. Is that clear enough?” He let her back down to the floor.

She back-stepped and wiped a hand across her forehead to get her hair out of her face. She should have braided her hair in the morning. The thick locks were always getting in her face.

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