Page 47 of His Captive Pet

“Not a game. I just wanted to help.” She blinked a few times.

“When you were growing up, you couldn’t help. You couldn’t stop the violence.”

She did not want to talk about her parents. Ever. It was the past and the past couldn’t be brought up and fixed. It had to stay buried back there, otherwise it would just eat at you, and she was done with that shit. She was done with feeling helpless and foolish.

“If you know who he is, you’ll tell your friend, John. Right?”

“We’d have a better idea of what might be going on, and how we can get you off the Pecadores’ radar.” His fingers trailed down the length of her jaw.

“And when we get back home, I’ll never be able to help those dogs again. They’ll never let me in again, and they’ll die, Blake.”

She shut her eyes against the horrible images she’d seen; the despicable treatment, the cuts and gashes, the blood and death. If telling him meant she could never help them again, she just couldn’t do it.

“We could find another way.”

Opening her eyes, she found his expression softened. “How?”

“First, we need to stabilize this situation then we can figure that out.”

“And instead of doing that, you’re here with me, keeping me under lock and key.” She shouldn’t sound so argumentative. He could pull away, walk back in the cabin, and leave her on her own again. Then where would the comfort come from?

“I don’t need to be there to keep track of things. What I need to do is keep you safe, and bringing you back into the middle of all that won’t do that.”

Keeping her safe had been his motive since finding her at the dog fight. He’d said so at least a dozen times, but it hadn’t penetrated. She wouldn’t allow it to because if she did, if she believed him, then someone other than her would be looking out for her.

He opened his legs, pulling her by the collar to move between them. Cupping her face in his hand, he moved her chin upward. “I don’t hate you.”

She took a shaky breath. “I know.”

“And you do not hate me.”

Fuck, if only she could.

“No. I’m not thrilled with you right now, though.” She tried to force some lightness to her tone, but his intense stare captivated her mind.

“I’m not exactly ecstatic with you, either.” He touched the tip of her nose. “But I think I have a better way to get the answers I want from you.”

“Blake.” Why couldn’t he just let them have a moment without going back to that? Just give her a moment to breathe in the security he offered before tainting it with the huge deal-breaker looming over them.

“Turn around and press your face to the ground.” He released her, circling his finger in the air, showing her what he wanted.

His expression remained authoritative with his set jaw and heated gaze, but the little corner of his mouth twitched, as though he couldn’t wait for her to give this to him. This moment of obedience.

The grass felt cool against her otherwise heated face. The collar bit at her neck when he dragged the leash through her legs, settling the thin strap of leather between her breasts. He could control her movements easily this way; the leash being yanked from behind would keep her in place. It could also be used to spank her if she started to get unruly.

Why did she have the sudden urge to start getting very unruly?

“This pretty pussy has been on my mind all day.” Warm fingers pulled the lips of her sex apart, and she arched her back, giving him more of what he wanted. More of what she needed.

He controlled the moment, and she sank into his dominance. Letting herself get wrapped in it because in this action, with him toying with her pussy and her offering him her body, she’d found that inner silence she needed.

“I think you like playing my pet. I think you get so riled up about it because you don’t want to admit it to yourself, that you, a strong, capable woman—” Two fingers sank into her sex and she moaned, closing her eyes to better appreciate the touch, and the sound of his voice. “Could want to be treated like this, owned and collared. Because make no mistake.” A fingertip brushed her clit with the next thrust into her passage. “You are owned. And that collar isn’t coming off any time soon.”

She pressed her forehead harder into the ground, trying to get her bearings. His words were getting to her. They were working up her body as much as his skilled, thick fingers were fucking her.

His free hand splayed across the small of her back, holding her in place while he intensified his strokes. The little tip of his finger that brushed her clit now rubbed harder, pressing down with each new stroke.

Her toes curled into the dirt, and her fingernails bit into the grass. The pressure surmounted more than she could handle. She was going to come unglued, right there in the yard. As the leash tugged at her neck, her breasts swayed with the jolting motions of his hands; she was going to come.

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