Page 62 of His Captive Pet

She nodded, presumably to get him to start. He pressed the head of his cock to her pussy, feeling how warm and wet she was for him.

Deciding he’d made himself wait long enough, he pushed into her, the cross bearing the weight of them as he fucked her.

She moaned, her hands fisted and opened in the cuffs, and her teeth clenched around the bone.

The fucking bone. He gripped her legs harder, plowed faster.

Their fucking became a sort of music. Her groans, his guttural growls, and the little squeak from the rig sprinkled throughout.

Her cunt gripped him, squeezing him.

Her eyes were wide, and she was about to explode. He ground his pelvis into her with his next plunge, rubbing her clit and sending her over the cliff.

The bone muffled it, but her scream came tumbling out, and he could feel her coming around his shaft. One more stroke and he poured himself into her. Hard pulsations around his cock intensified his own release. He growled, bit into her shoulder as his orgasm swept him away. He fucked her harder, spending every last ounce of come he had in his body.

And then the music stopped.

Her heavy breathing heated his ear. His heart hammered against his chest, and they were both slick with a thin layer of sweat.

He licked the space he’d bitten and pressed a kiss to her cheek as he released her legs to the floor. His cock bounced, heavy and spent, against his thigh. Yanking up his boxers and jeans, he didn’t bother to button up. He needed to get her down from the cross.

She rested her head against her own arm, her eyes completely faded over with pleasure. Once he had her arms down, he rubbed them, assured himself she was okay, and unbuckled the gag. She licked her lips once it was removed, and he wiped her bottom lip with his thumb.

“Tell me how you feel,” he ordered when she looked ready to crumble to the floor.

“Like I could sleep for a week,” she whispered with a smile.

He laughed and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her over to the folding chairs along the wall. He placed her down and went to get a blanket from his bag. The sun had started to fade away and the cool evening air made its way into the barn. Once she was wrapped up, he made quick work of packing his bag back up.

A dungeon monitor came to the station and waved him off, telling him he’d clean the rig. Blake thanked him and went to Aubree.

With his bag slung over his shoulder, he picked her up again, carrying her to the door.

Turnkey pulled up outside the barn in a golf cart. Blake hopped in, situating Aubree on his lap, enjoying the feel of her against him. Her eyes were closed but she wasn’t sleeping. Her breath settled into an even rhythm, but he could feel the slight tension in her body.

It seemed she realized everyone had seen them. All the people in the dungeon had witnessed their scene. She wouldn’t rest until they were alone in the cabin.

He hoped she would sleep through the night. Because come morning, he would tell her the plan to get the Pecadores off her back.

And she was going to hate it.

Chapter Twenty-Four

“You’re crazy.” Aubree marched out of the cabin. Every muscle in her body ached, reminding her of the activities from the day before.Totally worth it, had been her original thought when she’d rolled out of bed, but now that she heard Blake’s plan, she second-guessed herself.

Blake called to her, but she ignored him, continuing to march herself up to the main house. She would use the phone, and damn any consequence that came from it.

He was off his rocker if he thought she would just stay behind while he went back to Chicago to help the police resolve the case.

Fuck that.

She only paused a moment when Samuel barked behind her. He’d followed her. Blake wasn’t going to stay behind and let her head up to the main house alone. Just as she came to the next cabin, Samuel ran up in front of her, dancing around her, nearly tripping her up.

“Don’t you start, too. You’remydog. Stop listening to him.” She tried to scold her pup, but he barked again and started walking beside her.

“Aubree,” Blake called once more when Aubree took a step onto the porch of the farm house. “If you would just listen to me.”

“Nope. Done with that.” She waved a hand and knocked on the door. When it went unanswered, she knocked harder.

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