Page 57 of His Captive Pet

“See? Amazing what you can do with the right motivation. Now, down on all fours.”

He stepped back to admire her graceful move to her knees. Since she was facing him, he could only admire the curves of her breasts, but it was enough. He cleared his throat and pointed to the bunched-up material on the floor with his foot.

“Pick it up and carry it.”

She reached for it with her hand, but he yanked on the leash, not enough to hurt, but enough to warn her she’d made the wrong move. He heard the scoff and indulged in a grin since she wasn’t looking up at him. Frustrating her only made his cock harder, and her pussy wetter, even if she didn’t quite understand that yet. He could practically smell her arousal over being made to pick up her dress in such a fashion.

Once she lowered her mouth to the garment and picked it up between her teeth, he tugged on her again and told her to stand. As much as he wanted to make her crawl across the courtyard to the barn, he wouldn’t.

This time.

Chapter Twenty-One

The play in the barn was in full swing, and it wasn’t even dinnertime. Though not many couples came to Whispered Desires to follow a meal schedule. Blake had thought Devin crazy when he suggested how he wanted to spend his retirement, running a BDSM resort. No way enough people would pay the kind of money he would charge them to keep the place open a year. And yet, from what he knew and what he’d seen in his visits, the only cabin that wasn’t rented out every day of the summer and most of the fall was the one he stayed in.

Blake stopped their walk just outside the barn. Aubree wiggled her jaw, probably sore from biting down on the dress, but no matter. She’d be plenty sore in a lot more places pretty soon.

He looked around the edge of the barn and found the perfect spot.

“Here.” He tugged on the leash to get her going and walked her over to the large barn doors that rarely closed. The dungeon play was allowed at all times day or night. There wasn’t always a dungeon master in the room, but when there wasn’t, security teams watched over the dungeon with video feeds.

“Kneel down,” he ordered and pointed to a grassy area just off the concrete walkway leading to the main play area.

Her brows furrowed, but she didn’t say a word. Not that he would understand her anyway with the fabric all bunched up in her mouth like it was.

Once she positioned herself on the grass, he pulled the leash up, hooking it to a nail protruding from the wood. She looked up at him, confused. She obeyed, didn’t question him, and he was still treating her like his little pet. If her eyes weren’t so damn dilated, he might actually believe she didn’t like it. But he wouldn’t leave her feeling worried.

Squatting down in front of her, he petted her hair away from her face, running his knuckles along her jaw and tucking loose strands back behind her ear.

“You’re being such a good girl for me, aren’t you, sweetheart? You’re listening, and you’re learning.” He traced the length of her nose with the tip of his finger. “I have to get something; you’ll stay here and wait. No one will bother you, but you can’t let this dress drop, do you understand me?”

After a long pause, she nodded.

“Good girl.” He patted her head and kissed her forehead. “You’re about to learn so much more about who you are, and what I am.”

Poor girl was probably more confused than ever as he walked away from her. Eyes from the men on the outskirts of the dungeon watched her. He saw them, glanced at them, and made sure they knew they’d been seen. No one would touch her. And after he met the eyes of each of the admirers, he assured himself no one would try to approach her, either.

Most of the guests at the resort were couples, either in committed relationships or spending a few days immersed in the kink lifestyle. But there were always stragglers, single guys or women looking to hook up while at the resort. Devin’s security team wouldn’t allow anyone with a hint of concern in regards to safety past the gates, and they sure as hell wouldn’t be allowed to be a guest at the resort, free to play in the dungeons. But that didn’t mean there weren’t assholes among the crowd.

Some men just didn’t understand that a sub was more than a plaything. She was something to be cradled and cherished. Something worthy of admiration and worship, because out of all the things in the world she could be doing at that very moment, she chose to bend a knee and give her submission to him. Men like that didn’t understand that the woman he’d just tethered would stay there without the leash being connected to anything. It was those men he spent the extra second looking at, making damn sure they knew he saw them looking, and only when he sensed their understanding did he release their stares.

“Shit, man, you’re gonna scare away all the singles.” Turnkey, the head dungeon monitor for the afternoon stepped up to Blake as he reached the door to the offices.

“It’s the middle of the week, and there’s no events coming up, doubtful they’ll find much here except a voyeuristic experience.”

Turnkey dug into his black, too-tight jeans and pulled out the keys for the office. One of the youngest of the crew, he’d gotten his nickname because he kept every room that could be locked, bolted, and secured even when completely unnecessary. Like the offices during the afternoon.

“You getting your bag?” he asked as he pushed the door open.

“Yeah.” Blake gathered his bag of toys along with the coiled braided single-tail. He ran his fingers over the braids, smiling at the craftsmanship. It had been hard to replace most of the toys that had burned in the fire at his vacation house, but luckily his favorite whip had been home with him in Chicago.

Not wanting to waste time once he got Aubree into the dungeon, he stripped off his T-shirt and stuffed it in the bag. Handling a submissive and a whip was enough to make his body temperature rise, but the humidity of the dungeon made it almost uncomfortable. And the only one who should be uncomfortable was Aubree as she danced beneath the leather. He hung the whip around his neck and picked up the bag.

Turnkey hadn’t left the doorway and locked up as soon as Blake walked through. He said something, but Blake was already focused. Already getting his mind where it needed to be, because he was about to take Aubree to a new plane, somewhere she hadn’t gone before. Somewhere she would soar, and he needed his head on straight to make that happen.

Her eyes locked on him, fluttering from his face to the braided leather hanging around his neck. The dress drooped from her slacked jaw, but she caught it, clamping down harder. The dark circles of her pupils nearly erased her irises, leaving only a thin ring of color.

This was going to be delicious. His mouth watered at the prospect of what was to come. She didn’t try to move away when he approached and moved down to her level again. He placed a hand on the flogger handle that rested against his pectoral muscle.

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