Page 20 of His Captive Pet

Could she let someone whip her? No. Not someone, Blake. She had told him she didn’t trust him, but if it came to that scenario, she wouldn’t trust anyone but him to wield the leather. The back and forth needed to stop; it made her head dizzy. One second she hated him, the next she daydreamed about all the wicked things he could do to her. She may harbor many doubts, but she did not doubt for one second Blake could give her all sorts of pleasure.

Her door opened, ending any sort of fantasy she could conjure, and Blake’s big hands pulled her out of the truck. She stumbled, her ankles still being bound didn’t help any, and she tried to glare up at him. He was already shutting the door and turning her toward the towering man standing beside him.

“This is Aubree. Aubree, meet Devin.”

Aubree raised her eyes to take in the man and his foreboding expression. Exactly what she needed. Another man glaring at her and expecting her to do what he said. Well, she’d had enough of it for one day.

She threw on a brilliant smile and raised her hands as though to shake one of his. “Nice to meet you. Blake has told me exactly nothing about you. Which isn’t really a surprise given his knack for withholding information.”

Devin smiled, a weak thing, but it was definitely a smile. He didn’t take her hand, but instead looked her over.

“Your ankles are bound. What’d you do to deserve that?” he asked, clearly amused by her situation.

“Deserve? I didn’t deserve anything.” Other than being let go. She did deserve at least that much.

“Now, sweetheart, lying is one of those naughty things I told you about,” Blake said, his tone too blasé for her liking. Nothing about the day’s events was casual, yet he continued on as though he hadn’t just carried her off from her only home, whipped her ass, and bound her.

She chose to ignore him altogether. He could keep pretending his little scenario was normal, but she knew better. Normal men didn’t abduct women and hightail them out of state. And they sure as fuck didn’t make a pit stop to whip their captive.

“I assume you own this place?” She forced civility into her tone. Devin wouldn’t be helpful, but insulting him would make things harder for her.

Devin’s grin widened. “Yes. This is my resort.”

“Then I will also assume you have a washroom here I can use? Blake seems to have forgotten human beings need to do those sorts of things every so often.” Her stomach took the opportunity to growl.

“I guess he forgot to feed you as well?”

If Devin laughed she would scratch his face off. Or at least try. The man stood nearly as tall as Blake and with her hands bound in the stupid cuffs, she doubted she’d be very effective at attack. It didn’t mean she wouldn’t at least try.

“Things have been a bit hectic today,” Blake said from behind her.

“The washroom?” She raised her chin again.

Devin ran his tongue over his teeth and looked over her shoulder at Blake. “She reminds me of Kara. All spit and fire.” He lowered his gaze to meet hers. “At first.”

Blake chuckled. “She probably does need the washroom.”

“I’m right here. Don’t talk about me like I’m not.” Aubree raised her voice and tried to stomp a foot, but it only got her knocked off-balance, and Blake had to right her again.

“Keep your voice down,” Blake warned with a slap to her ass.

She yelped and twisted away, the little tap irritating her already sore behind.

“Oh, looks like you earned a spanking already, too?” Devin raised an eyebrow.

“The washroom,” she said again, willing her body to stop the heat creeping up her neck. Blushing wouldn’t do, not now, not with both of them towering over her. How much humiliation did Blake want to inflict upon her before letting her at least pee?

“Yep, just like my Kara.”

“Where is your wife, by the way?” Blake asked.

“Napping. Had herself a bit of an issue this afternoon herself.” Devin’s smile faded. “She’ll be good after she gets up then she can help Aubree here settle in.”

“I’d like to get to the cabin soon. She needs to eat something and rest. Maybe tomorrow she can meet up with Kara.”

“She would like to use the washroom.” Aubree tipped her head back and yelled to the sky.

Devin didn’t hide his chuckle, and Blake grabbed her arm, his fingertips biting into her skin.

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