Page 65 of Training His Pet

Chapter Twenty-Two

She might as well beholding a boulder in her hands, the belt was so heavy. It couldn’t be more than a pound, but knowing what it was for, what it would do to her when they made their way back to the cabin weighted it down. Erika held it with both hands, watching Dax’s dark expression as he wrapped the leash around his fist again and again until there were only a few short inches between her collar and his hand.

“Let’s go.” He tugged and she stumbled forward. The sun was starting to set and the night breeze blew over her body, but it didn’t cool her down. Every inch of her was probably red, if she dared to take a moment to look.

It had been a stupid decision, and she’d known it the second she’d slipped out the front door. But she also knew he wouldn’t let her go up to the dungeons without him. And she just wanted to talk to people. Get more background, maybe a firmer grip on her own feelings.

She hurried her steps to keep up with him as he led her across the courtyard toward the path that would take them home. Eyes were on her, making the motions even harder. Conversations continued, voices raised and fell, laughter and cries. Were they all focused on her, or were they going on about their fun, paying no attention to the naughty woman being led through the resort on her way to her execution?

“Dax—”

“Not a word, pet.” He cut her off and tugged harder. She stumbled, knocking into his back, but he only paused long enough to be sure she was on her feet before pulling her along again.

He hadn’t made her remove her shoes, and she couldn’t have been more grateful that he wasn’t making her crawl over the rocks and dirt of the ground. Though she had no doubt had she continued to make him repeat his questions, she would indeed be picking loose gravel from her knees for the rest of the night.

Erika noticed Devin standing to the side of the path as they made their way through the tree line to their cabin. He didn’t call out to Dax, but she noted the approving look on his face.

He’d ratted her out.

She should have known he’d go straight to Dax after he talked with her at the dungeon.

“Don’t glare at him. It’s not his fault you’re getting a whipping,” Dax chastised her and pulled her close to swat her ass once. “This is your doing.”

She scrambled to get away, but he had her on a short leash. There wasn’t anywhere to go.

When she looked back, Devin’s back was to them. He was headed back up to the dungeons.

Dax stopped once they were on the grassy yard of the cabin. He tugged her down to her knees. “Don’t drop my belt,” he stated.

She wanted to ask how the hell was she supposed to crawl and not put his belt down, but he tapped her lips.

“Your mouth is good for more than talking, pet.”

She put the folded leather between her teeth then moved to her hands. He unraveled the leash from his fist a few lengths and began walking her to the cabin steps. She crawled, trying to avoid any sticks or rocks in the grass.

When they got up the steps, he pulled her back to her feet and took the belt from her mouth.

“Grab a pole,” he said, pointing to the wood columns of the porch.

“Out here?” she asked.

He raised his brow.

“Okay, okay.” She hurried to make her way to one of the tall wooden beams. He stepped behind her and dropped a long length of the leash in front of her.

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