Page 54 of His Captive Pet

He pulled to a stop again. “What happened to my parents won’t happen to Greg. He’s been trained, he’s strong, and he’s able to protect himself and the bar. Otherwise, I never would have agreed to buy it with him. And. What happened to my parents isn’t why we are here. We are here because you couldn’t help yourself from trying to save the damn world all by yourself. Greg isn’t foolish. So, I’m not worried about Greg right now. Right now, I’m trying to figure out a way to keep you safe and get us the hell back home.”

“Blake! Hey, I didn’t know you were making a visit this week.” A man, much older than Blake, interrupted before Aubree could respond. His words, the fierceness of his expression as he chastised her again for her actions, had left her shaken. She welcomed the reprieve.

He was right. He was stuck there because of her. Greg manned the bar alone because of her. Her house had burnt down, endangering her neighbors all because of her vigilante desires.

“James, hi.” Blake let her hand go to greet him. “An impromptu getaway.” He smiled, but she noticed the tightness of his lips. He was making nice for James.

“Sarah went up to the main dungeon about twenty minutes ago to set up. Mind if I walk with you if you’re headed that way?” James glanced her way, and she smiled. Did he expect a response? Was she even allowed to talk to anyone besides Blake and Devin?

“Of course. This is Aubree.” Blake rested his hand on her shoulder. Not an affectionate gesture, but one that explained who she belonged to. “Aubree, this is James. An old friend of Devin’s and mine.”

“Nice to meet you,” she said, unsure if there was some sort of protocol she was supposed to follow.

Blake laced his hand with hers, though switching her to his left side to put himself between her and James as they made their way up to the house.

The two men talked while she looked around. They started passing more cabins and seeing more people. Summer was coming to an end; she wondered if these couples were vacationing or if they were hiding away, too.

Since it was already afternoon, couples were walking the grounds. She’d been to clubs and wasn’t ignorant in the way some others played or dressed when at a BDSM event, but she still found herself in awe of how comfortable everyone appeared. She wasn’t the only one wearing a collar, and a few women were even being led around by a leash. No one took extra notice.

The large barn came into view, and she could make out a few couples playing on the equipment. Shrieks of both pleasure and pain floated through the air, and she started to walk in the direction of the play.

Blake pulled her back. “No. We have to go talk with Devin first.”

“Looks like Sarah’s just about ready. I’ll catch up with you later? You’ll be in the barn today?”

Aubree looked to him, biting down on her lower lip more to keep from asking him to take her than to look appealing, though the dilation of his eyes told her she’d succeeded in the latter.

Blake’s lips spread out into a smile that made her toes curl in her sandals. He was back to plotting.

“You bet. About an hour.”

“Great.” James walked away from them, heading toward the open doors of the barn. Aubree wanted to watch him greet his Sarah to see what sort of couple they were, but Blake’s commanding stare didn’t let her move away from him.

“We’re going to play in the barn?” she asked, swallowing back her excitement. They should have their attentions focused on solving the little problem of Pecadores. Shouldn’t they?

“Well.” He led her to the farmhouse. “Depends. If you’re a good girl while we talk with Devin and Trevor, then we’ll play. If you’re a bad girl…” He dropped her hand once they reached the steps and walked up ahead of her, never finishing his sentence.

She followed into the house, ready to make him continue what he was saying, but once inside, she was ushered into the living room where both Devin and Trevor were standing with two other women. Her mouth dried at seeing the two large men in one room, both looking equally annoyed with their conversations. However, neither of the women seemed at all irked.

“Blake.” Kara was the first to notice them and hugged Blake then wrapped her arms around Aubree as well. “I’m glad you’re doing okay.” Kara gave Blake a hard stare. “Blake can be…”

“Mean?” Aubree supplied with a grin.

“I haven’t been mean yet, sweetheart.” Blake snapped his hand across her ass and joined the men in the room.

“Firm. When I first met him, I thought he was too sweet to even be friends with Devin, but the more I got to know him, and then saw him—well, he and Devin are friends for a reason.” Kara’s cheeks tinted a soft hue of pink.

“What’s everyone doing here?” Aubree gestured to the rest of the group. She recognized the guys and Kara, but the blonde still arguing with Trevor was new.

“The guys are being stubborn.” Kara breathed a sigh.

“Aubree, come here.” Blake pointed to the chair beside him. “Sit down.”

Her first reaction was to exert herself, tell him she’d be there in a minute. She had questions for Kara. Aside from the current situation, she wanted to know more about her relationship with Devin. The silver collar Kara wore around her neck had no visible lock; was it permanent? Did it never come off? Was she happy this way?

“Aubree.” The second reaction was to get moving before Blake started getting himself all worked up. Pushing him when they were alone was one thing; whatever he did to her would be private. But tiptoeing over that line when there was an audience, and one that fully backed him, meant there’d be witnesses to anything he did—or made her do.

She sat down next to him, but not before giving him a glare to let him know how she felt about the order. He responded with a smirk. Arrogant oaf.

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