Page 34 of His Captive Pet

Another jangling sound and she chanced a look. A leash dangled from one hand, on the end of it a leather collar. In the other hand—her eyes widened.

“No.” She backed away too quickly and stumbled over her own footing.

“I told you you’d regret it if you didn’t come when I called you.” He moved everything to one of his massive hands and yanked her up to her feet with the other.

“Let’s go in the back.” He didn’t give her a choice. He yanked on her until her feet moved. She tried to pull free, but his fingers only dug harder into her skin.

She could yell, maybe scream out the generic safeword most clubs used. People would come—they’d come to help her.

Why couldn’t she do it? They’d help. They’d make Blake stop and go away. They’d give her a phone.

“Now.” Blake pulled her to a patio set situated right off the small deck in the back of the house. With a forceful shove, she found herself bent over the side, her face pressed into the smoothed surface of the patio table. “Since you can’t seem to grasp reality, we’ll take you out of it for good.”

She struggled, trying to push herself off the table, to get out from beneath him, but she couldn’t match his strength. With one arm crossing her back, he kept her pinned down while the other grasped the seat of her pants and yanked.

“No!” She kicked her leg out only to find herself pushed harder against the table.

A tear then more, and as though she weren’t grappling with him, her pants were gone, leaving her ass naked. She’d lost her shoes with all her kicking, and the small pebbles on the patio dug into her skin.

“This can be easy or hard, you choose,” he said in her ear. She bucked her head back trying to make contact, but he was too fast. Of course, he had quick reflexes, being an ex-Marine and an ex-cop. She had no chance of overpowering him.

The collar dangled in front of her face, his breath still warm against her ear and his arm still digging into her back. She shook her head. No. Fucking. Way. She would not be tethered like some fucking dog. No.

“Guess it’s the hard way. I have to say, I’m not too disappointed about it.”

He lifted off her back just enough to get both hands in front of her to unbuckle the collar and slip it around her throat. She bucked and kicked and tried to wiggle her head away from him, but he had more skills in trapping her than she could have imagined.

His cock pushed against her ass through his jeans. Hard. Beyond hard.

The leather pushed against her throat, cutting off enough air to make her wiggle harder against him.

“Shhh. You can breathe, calm down.” His finger slipped between the leather and her neck. “See, you can breathe.”

She took a slow breath. Air came easily with the buckle latched.

“This shirt has to go.” Another tear, right down the middle of her back. She used the opportunity of him standing up to bolt out from under him.

His booted foot kicked her, catching her in the thigh and sending her sprawling into the dirt patch off the side of the patio. Rocks cut into her hands as she scrambled to get up, but he grabbed her hair, fisting it effortlessly and keeping her on her knees. Her shirt, torn in half down the back, hung from her arms, barely covering her naked breasts.

It only took a flick of his wrist to remove it and toss it aside. The leash snapped onto the collar while she clawed at his hands.

Pulling on the leash, he dragged her to her feet, pressing his face against hers once she stood to her full height.

“I’m not struggling with you anymore, Aubree. You will learn obedience. And your training starts now.” His lips pressed hard against hers. Possession in a kiss. She shoved at his shoulders, but even she could feel her lips soften beneath his. When his tongue trailed across her bottom lip, she opened for him.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she promised herself she’d fight him off; she’d bite him if his kiss deepened. Except when his tongue entered, caressing her own, she only moaned.

His hand still wrapped in her hair, pulled her away from him. Her breath puffed out from her lips as though she’d just run up the hill again.

“Open your mouth, Aubree,” he ordered, glaring down at her with narrowed eyes. There was no hesitancy in his expression. He gave her orders, and he expected them obeyed. She had an idea of what he planned to do; she’d seen that thing in his hand when he’d walked up to her and Devin.

Having the leash on would be hard to take, but she could manage it until he calmed down enough to see reason again. But that thing, that fucking thing was not happening.

“Obey or be punished.” His hand cupped her cheeks, squeezing until she had to spread her jaw enough to release some of the pressure.

“I won’t do it,” she said with her teeth gritted.

“You will.” A promise. Not a thread of doubt in his voice. “Because if you don’t, you’ll crawl the whole way back to the cabin. I’m letting you use your feet… for now… but if you fight me, you’ll be on your hands and knees. I don’t care how cut up you get doing it. I’ll clean you up and make you do it again.”

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