“I’m guessing you didn’t know.” Devin sighed. “I thought that might be the case since she got away from me fast as she could.”
“Is she talking to anyone?” Dax flipped the gas off the grill and threw open the lid.
“She’s being social, yes.” Devin nodded.
Dax snapped up the tongs and removed the steaks to the waiting plate.
“You didn’t know she’d gone wandering?”
Dax shut the grill and narrowed his eyes at Devin. “You know, I think you’ve become as meddlesome as you complain about Addison and Kara... No, I didn’t know. I thought she was in the cabin. Where she was supposed to be.”
Devin laughed. “I just wanted to be sure she didn’t lock you up in one of those cages you borrowed.”
Wheels started turning in Dax’s mind. “Well, I’m not.” He grabbed the plated steaks and stalked up the stairs to the cabin. “But she’s gonna be.”
He chose to ignore Devin’s chuckle as he swung open the porch door and stomped through the kitchen. Dropping the plate on the counter as he walked through, he headed to the bedroom.
He found the leash coiled up on the nightstand where he’d left it. The collar was missing, and he hoped to hell she hadn’t completely jumped off the rails and taken it off.
With the leash in his fist, Dax stormed out the front door and hiked up to the main dungeon. Devin might have been in the yard still waiting for him, but he didn’t take time to be polite. He had a naughty pet to deal with.
The noises of the evening’s events echoed through the main area as Dax got closer to the dungeons. Guests milled around the open spaces, talking, laughing. Everyone having a great time, while his ire built with each step he took.
Then he spotted her.
Laughing.
She was talking with a small group of women and looking relaxed as she pleased. The collar, to his pleasure, was still firmly in place around her neck. He’d allowed her to dress for the day, and the t-shirt and jean shorts she’d been wearing earlier were still on. He could make out her ass cheeks peeking from the shorts, but he didn’t let that deter him. His cock would get hard from the discipline he was about to dish out, but he wouldn’t satisfy himself yet.
This wasn’t about getting his rocks off.
This was about her obedience—or lack thereof.
One of the women in the group noticed Dax’s approach and her smile faded away quickly. The other two seemed to catch the scent of her apprehension and looked his way as well, color draining from their cheeks. Finally, Erika turned her smiling expression his way.
Her gaze caught his and the smile went plastic. She kept it in place, but it was forced. She wouldn’t show him fear, but he could sense it, could smell it on her. And she had every reason to have it. Because his naughty pet was in trouble.
“Dax.” She inclined her head in greeting. Her eyes widened and she flashed a nod toward the ladies. Did she think he was going to play polite gentleman after she’d openly disobeyed him about leaving the cabin? Considering where the hell they were standing, how could she think that?
“Pet,” he said firmly. The ladies took a small step back. He didn’t know them, and they’d never heard him use that tone, but they were intuitive. And taking a step back was smart.
“I was just talking—”
“You were just disobeying me,” he shot at her. “Are you supposed to be here or at the cabin?”
She wet her lips. “You were grilling—”
“Are you supposed to be here or at the cabin?” he asked again, keeping his gaze locked on her. Onlookers quieted around them, watching. He didn’t care. His only focus was her.
She noticed, however, and began to look around at everyone. She leaned forward.
“Dax, can we talk about this later?” she asked in a hushed tone.
He laughed, though no joy ran through him at her obscene request.
“If I have to repeat the question once more, you’ll be on your knees crawling back to the cabin.” He wouldn’t back down.
She pulled back with surprise. Maybe she thought because they’d been having fun, playing and fucking, that he wouldn’t hold her to the rules. Maybe she had some misguided notions of when obedience was important and when it wasn’t.