Page 33 of Becoming His Pet

Chapter Twelve

Adamn bar dug intoNora’s hip. She readjusted her position, but still she couldn’t find a comfortable way to lie. The least the asshole could do was to put a mattress or a covering on the bottom of the cage.

Sitting up made her wince, the welts on her ass hurt. Or maybe it was a bruise from the second spanking he’d given her. It didn’t really matter—she ached. Everywhere.

In her seated position, she crisscrossed her legs and leaned back against the bars. He couldn’t keep her in there forever. Eventually, he’d have to let her use the washroom.

And now, she had to pee.

Deciding to concentrate on anything else other than the urgency of her bladder, she tried to figure a way out of this mess. She couldn’t stay with him. That much was obvious. He would just keep spanking her for every little lie she told, and she’d have to tell a few more if she was going to get them both out of this situation alive.

And that thing he did after he spanked her the last time. What the hell was that? And why had she reacted like that? She’d never come so hard in her life, at least she could be honest to herself about that. But why? He’d been so arrogant, so possessive, so demanding. These were not traits she was supposed to find alluring. And she sure as hell shouldn’t have fucked his fingers like she had. The man had just spanked her and was putting her in a fucking cage! He didn’t even use her name anymore. He continued to refer to her as his pet!

She gently banged her head back against the wall of the cage; maybe it would knock some sense into her. And where was the terror? She’d heard enough horror stories to know being alone in the woods with a madman never ended well for the damsel.

“You’re up, good.” Greg walked in the room. He’d showered. Droplets of water still clung to his hair.

She remembered about what he said about not talking from inside the cage and wasn’t sure if answering him would get her another round of the cane. Keeping silent until she knew what he wanted seemed a safer course.

“I’m going to let you out now. You can use the washroom and wash up if you’d like. I have food in the kitchen when you’re ready.” He unlocked the cage and held out his hand. Like she needed his assistance or wanted it.

Once out of the cage, she held onto it to get to her feet. He sighed but didn’t say anything about her ignoring his offer.

“Turn around for me,” he said, touching her arm.

“Why?” she asked, despising the shiver running through her tone.

He raised a dark eyebrow at her. “Because I said to, Nora.”

She huffed. “Look—”

“Let me stop you there, trouble.” He took half a step toward her with his finger pointed at her. “You lost all considerations when you lied to me yesterday about what the hell was actually going on. You’ve done very little else but lie to me since I laid my eyes on you. So, until I trust you, until I know you aren’t keeping more secrets and telling me more bullshit, you’ll do exactly what I say, when I say. Or you’ll suffer the consequences.”

She swallowed back the string of curses she wanted to hurl at him. Her poor ass couldn’t take another round with his hand or that damn cane.

“I told you the truth.” She managed to keep her tone even.

“I believe you did, but I also believe there’s more to all of this. And until I know everything you know, this is the way it’s going to be.” He ran his finger across her forehead, pushing her hair from her face. “Now turn around.”

She stared at him, searching him. There wasn’t much choice at the moment, and she did really need to pee.

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