Page 59 of Becoming His Pet

Chapter Eighteen

The humidity finallydropped and allowed a cool breeze to penetrate through the summer heat. Nora sat on the front steps of the cabin staring out into the woods. Leaves rustled, and birds serenaded from the distance, but other than that it was a peaceful moment.

The most peace she’d had in days. Taking a deep breath, she leaned against the porch frame. So much had happened in such a short time, she kept waiting for her mind to catch up to the rest of her.

“Hey.” Greg’s soft voice penetrated the quiet. The door shut behind her and he sank down beside her on the steps. “You okay?” He ran his finger along her jaw, capturing her hair and tucking it neatly behind her ear.

“Yeah. Just sitting,” she said, not looking at him. It was time to call Bernie.

Bernie wouldn’t like she’d gotten Greg involved, or that she hadn’t told him about Greg when she called earlier. He’d probably tell her to lose him. But after her last session in the playroom she didn’t think that would be possible. Or that she even wanted that anymore.

Greg was impossible sometimes. Overbearing and a bit more caveman than she usually went for, but she found herself melting beneath his strength. Not losing her own but finding more about herself than she’d known. It should be humiliating the way he treated her, but she found the deeper he pulled her into those feelings, the more she wrapped herself in them. She’d felt safe, harnessed and used, she’d felt cared for.

Her head was too muddy, too many thoughts and feelings for her to process at one time. He wasn’t the first man to fuck her, to play games with her, but the other times were just that—games. With Greg it wasn’t just a little roleplay to get his rocks off. He owned her.

“You’re thinking too much, I think.” He kicked his lips up in a smile and pulled her to lean against his chest. With his back pressed against the frame, she fit neatly between his thighs.

He smelled good.

This was getting too carried away. As soon as it was over with, she’d be on her own again. The way she liked it. The way she knew how to live.

“We should call Bernie soon.” She decided to keep the conversation focused on the situation. If she were to tell him how messed up her thinking was, how much she enjoyed the things he’d been doing to her, she took too much of a risk of losing herself. And she couldn’t do that, not even for him.

He sighed and rested his chin on the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her body. He’d let her put on a T-shirt after she woke from a short nap. But she was completely naked underneath. Probably his way of keeping her from trying to run away.

But would she? If she found an opportunity, would she try to get away from him now?

Yes. Keep focused on the situation.

“Okay, we’ll call him back.” He shifted behind her and then presented his phone. “Keep it on speaker,” he instructed.

She took the cell, the weight of it settling in her palm. Bernie would either be pissed as hell or pleased as punch that she’d snagged herself a protector of sorts. Only one way to find out.

Bernie answered on the second ring.

“Elenora?”

“Yeah, Bernie. It’s me.” She winced at the pinch of her hip and glared at Greg over her shoulder. “I have someone with me. His name’s Greg, he’s been helping me. You’re on speaker.”

She heard the low curse and expected him to hang up.

“Greg what?”

“Greg Turner,” Greg answered from over her shoulder.

“Don’t know that name.”

“You have no reason to.” Greg kept his tone flat, but she heard the authority underlying it. She’d become used to it.

“What are you doing with Elenora?”

Apparently, she was out of the conversation now that a man was involved. She rolled her eyes. Women were to be kept safe, and out of the men’s business. She knew that, had grown up being reminded of that by her father, and yet, she had expected Bernie to show her a little more respect.

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