Page 56 of His Captive Pet

“Kara wants to go back?” Blake broke the silence.

“Her friend, Julie, who she used to work with in the city, she’s been having trouble. Some assholes moved into her building and are dealing drugs. Her lease isn’t up for another eight months, and she can’t afford to buy out of it. Kara’s worried.”

Blake dragged his hand through his hair. “Well, when we get this shit straight I’ll check on her. No problem.”

“Blake, I’ll make a few calls to some old friends. Maybe they’ll have some insight in how to get Los Pecadores off her ass.” Trevor stopped Addison before she walked off after Kara. “Leave her be. She has a husband who will take care of her. And you have me. Now let’s get home so I can do just that.”

Addison opened her mouth to respond, but clamped it shut when she looked up at Trevor’s firm expression.

“I didn’t mean to start anything,” she whispered as she was escorted from the house.

“You never mean to.” Trevor yanked the door open. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Kara wants to go back to Chicago to check on Julie, but it’s not safe, so Addison offered to go, but, well, you know that’s not gonna happen, either,” Devin said.

Blake nodded. “If Julie can wait until this shit storm passes, I’ll be sure to check in on her, or I can ask John if he can.”

“Yeah. That will keep Kara from climbing the gates in the middle of the night. Thanks.” Devin didn’t look any less pissed. “I’m gonna go make sure she isn’t off doing something heroically stupid.” Glancing at Aubree, he shook his head. “Gray hair, that’s what you girls give me. Gray fucking hair.”

Blake’s phone buzzed. He answered it, pointing at Aubree to stay put.

Chapter Twenty

“Why did that all feel like it had less to do with us and more to do with something completely different?” Aubree jerked a thumb at the front door, when Blake hung up with John.

There hadn’t been much news. Jorge was laying low for the moment, but the informants he had on the streets confirmed there was a call out for Aubree. They wanted her alive.

Plenty of time to think about it later. According to John, he would need at least a few more days to get things under control, to find out where Jorge was hiding out. Blake gave him the name Aubree supplied, and John said he’d look into it. They put a lot of hope in the idea that Luis would be the ticket to keep her safe and get them off her ass.

In the meantime, he would keep protecting her—he’d keep hiding her until it was safe to come out from the shadows.

Blake moved across the room, completely fixated on her. She’d been good. Much better than he expected when Kara and Addison had derailed the conversation. She hadn’t butted in, hadn’t screamed for everyone to pay attention, or even glared at him for not intervening. She’d simply waited, like he’d told her to.

She’d obeyed.

“What?” She took a small step back as he approached. “Did I do something?”

“Yeah, sweetheart.” He swept a loose strand of hair from her shoulder. She’d left the mess of curls down; he’d have to pin them up when they got to the barn. He didn’t want to cause her any pain,at least not pain he didn’t want her to feel, like irritating hair tugs when the fall of a flogger snagged the strands.

“I stayed out of it. I stopped when you told me to.” She took another step back from him, but fear hadn’t taken hold of her yet. She knew she hadn’t earned a punishment, but he hadn’t shown her how pleasurable being good could be yet, either.

Sure, they fucked back at the cabin, and she’d loved it—his ears still rang from her screams—but it wasn’t the same pleasure he planned to give her in the barn.

“I know. You were a very good girl. And do you remember what I said we’d do if you were good? If you behaved?” He looked out the window. If he really tried, he could hear the snapping of leather coming from one of the many play stations in and around the barn. She was going to love it, but first she’d deny it, she’d fight him a little. God, he hoped so.

The moment the memory materialized, her eyes brightened and her full, kissable, fuckable lips spread wide into a soft grin. “Yeah. I do.”

“Good.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the long leather leash he’d brought. There hadn’t been any doubt he would use it. Her behavior only determined exactly how he would use it. He wouldn’t deny being a little disappointed that he wouldn’t get to put her on her knees and make her crawl back to the cabin—the animal in him would love to see it. But clinking the leash to her collar still made his cock stand ready, even with the cotton sundress she wore.

“Take off the dress,” he ordered.

“You just put the leash on,” she pointed out.

He lifted both eyebrows. The problem was hers to solve.

“You have thirty seconds until I rip it off.” Ruining it would leave her with only two more shirts and a pair of yoga pants. But it would be worth the shopping trip.

Her fingers worked the two buttons of the dress, the material opening and exposing the soft swell of her breasts. He’d always been fascinated how women were able to contort their clothing in order to get out of them. Bra removal while remaining clothed was a beginner move in comparison to how Aubree managed to wiggle herself free from the dress. Pulling one arm in then the other, she wiggled it down past her slender waist, over her generous hips, and let it drop to the floor.

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