Page 45 of His Captive Pet

“She’s locked up until she starts cooperating. If she wants out, she’ll give me the name of her connection with the gang.”

“Devin told me what he knew about what went down in Chicago. You sure she’s going to be able to just outwait these guys? Getting raided doesn’t just shut down business for a day; they’ll have to find a new location, lay low for at least a week or so until all their guys are out of jail. They’ll have to get new dogs, since all the ones there have been taken. This cost them a fucking lot of money, and if Jorge Vazquez believes it’s her fault, he’s not going to stop at just a little arson.”

Blake rubbed his temple. Trying to evaluate the inner workings of criminals hadn’t been his specialty. And his mind was twisted up too much with the woman outside the cabin to try to figure out what the hell those people were thinking, too.

“I know.” Blake let out a long breath. “I’ll walk up to the house later if I can’t get service so I can call Greg myself. Can you do me a favor and just tell him not to get involved? Just lay low.”

Trevor slapped his knees and pushed off the couch, making to leave. “You know, you can’t protect everyone, Blake. Greg’s old enough to take care of himself.” The edge to his tone set off warning signals for Blake.

“What does that mean? What’s he getting himself into?”

“It means he’s twenty-two. You got him through high school, and you’ve taught him what’s right. Let the boy be the man, yeah?”

“You say that so easily, he’s not your little brother.”

“Look, take it from the younger brother, he’s already living outside your shadow. You just don’t know it yet.” He grabbed the handle and pulled the door open. “What happened with your folks—you can’t protect everyone from that shit. Protecting him—hell, even protecting the good doctor out there—sometimes hiding them away isn’t the way to keep them safe.”

Putting Aubree in the middle of gang revenge wasn’t going to protect her, either.

“And how is your fiancée? You remember her, right? The woman you hid away from her own danger?”

Trevor shook his head. “Valid point, but she wanted my help.”

“Aubree thinks she can’t let me help her. It’s like she thinks she doesn’t deserve it.” Blake shook his head. He knew she harbored guilt over what happened to her mother and the girl who died in the car accident. She’d chosen the scholarship to college over staying back to protect her mom from her drunk father. But what she didn’t get is it wasn’t her job to protect her mother, it was her mother’s job to protect her.

“Well, then I guess you have two jobs here. Keep her ass safe, and make her understand she deserves everything,” Trevor said.

Blake stood in the doorway watching Trevor walk back up the hill where the rest of the guests were off playing and fulfilling fantasies.

He heard the cage rattling from the side of the cabin, but he didn’t investigate. She knew what she needed to do in order to get out of her cage.

Chapter Seventeen

She really needed to pee.

Aubree paced around the cage, trying to get her mind to work on any other topic than the screaming pain of her bladder. It wasn’t working anymore.

Hours had passed since the last time she’d seen Blake check on her. He’d come to the window twice, just watching her. Both times she’d tried to ignore him and give him her back. Except every move made the tail wag in her ass. Giving him the cold shoulder didn’t work effectively with the damn tail.

Thankfully the cage had been put in the shade so she didn’t worry about getting sunburn, but the sun started setting and there was another issue with the lack of warmth.

He couldn’t leave her in the cold. No matter how angry he was with her over her inability to give him what he wanted. He wouldn’t subject her to the elements like that.

She squeezed her legs together and bounced, not that it helped the situation.

Just as she lifted a fist to the window to knock, Blake turned the corner from the front of the house and walked toward her.

“I have to use the washroom,” she blurted out. The situation bordered on dire. She had no one to blame except herself on that account. She could have asked earlier.

“I figured.” He unlocked the door and stepped inside, scooping up the leash from the corner. “Get down.” He snapped his fingers.

“Blake, I really have to go. I don’t want to play games.”

“No games suggested.” He stepped to her and grabbed a hold of her collar, dragging her a step closer to him before securing the leash. “If you want to relieve yourself somewhere other than your cage, I suggest you start listening and get on your hands and knees.” His voice held all authority.

The grass gave little cushion beneath her knees, but she found the irritant a welcome distraction from the pressure of her bladder. He tugged, and like the good little pet she was quickly becoming, she followed. The tail tugged on her ass muscles as it wagged from her movements, reminding her how much she had already given over to him.

He had left her alone all day. She could have easily plucked the tail out and tossed it into the corner with the leash, but she hadn’t. She’d left it in place, and made sure she was careful not to dislodge it when she rested. Sitting wasn’t possible with it, so she’d had to lie on her side, curled up. The positioning should have rekindled her original sensations of deep humiliation like when he first shoved the damn thing in place up at the house. Instead, she’d easily fallen asleep and napped. She had taken a nap while locked up in a kennel with a tail hanging out of her ass.

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