Page 22 of Brutal Savior

I give up, extracting my fingers from the tangly mass. Maybe I didn’t think this part through properly. “And I want you looking your best.”

She shakes her head, then turns to study the bottles on the wire shelf with a critical eye. “These will do for now, but I need a much richer conditioner. My hair’s dry as fuck.”

Her eyes flick back to mine as she realizes what she said. Looking forward. Planning for the future. I make no effort to hide my grin. “Of course. Nothing but the best. We’ll order some tomorrow.”

She huffs and looks down.

With the help of her muttered directions, I manage to get her hair washed and conditioned. It takes bloody ages. I don’t know if I’ll be arsed doing this over and over again. She watches my efforts with a certain amused satisfaction and never once moves from the assigned position. Little brat almost seems to be enjoying herself.

Time to get things back on track. Without any warning, I crouch and slide my hand between her legs.

She yelps, snapping her legs together and lurching away. “Seriously?”

“My body. That means your pussy belongs to me, too. Wasn’t I clear?”

She doesn’t back down, straightening her spine. “I thought this was just a shower. You gave me the stupid scout salute, remember?”

“And it is. I’m just going to wash you. Back in position.”

She glares at me, and the moment stretches out before she relents. “Fine. Whatever.”

She steps back into position. I reach between her legs, just exploring. She’s smooth all over, and my fingers slide along her lips and graze over her entrance as she takes deep, shaky breaths. I don’t push inside—not yet—but make sure to graze her clit just to see her twitch. Tomorrow, I’ll have fun getting to know this area like the back of my fucking hand.

But not yet.

I pull my hand back and shut off the water. She blinks at me, droplets settling on her skin. Her body shivers, pent-up tension rippling out of her. She hadn’t really believed I’d stop. She’ll learn I always keep my word, no matter what.

I wrap her hand in mine and lead her out of the shower. A glance tells me her energy is fading. She’s swaying on her feet as I wrap her in a towel.

She clutches it, relaxing as soon as she’s covered. Poor thing doesn’t realize how short-lived that will be. She’ll always sleep naked in my bed.

She wobbles on her feet, so I pick her up. She doesn’t fight me this time. Her head rests on my chest, and I stare into the bright pink mass of her wet hair as I carry her toward my bedroom.

Chapter Nine

Quinn

Jacob carries me intohis bedroom, and I’m smacked in the face with the most bizarre sight I’ve ever seen. I close my eyes and open them to make sure I’m not seeing things. Nope, still there.

The bed is a massive gothic structure about the size of my whole bedroom. Four posters, carved into patterns of vines, and a red canopy to match the silky sheets. Where Dracula would ravish his victims before jumping in his coffin for a nap. It’s as unlike the rest of the man-pad apartment as anything could be.

I’m so surprised by the bed it takes me a second to notice the additions. Metal restraints and leather cuffs are all around it, attached to the bottom corners and hanging from the tops of the posts.

When I manage to look at the rest of the room, my mouth slackens. There’s equipment everywhere. A rack full of dildos and butt plugs. Another with all sorts of spanking implements. There are a couple of benches in different shapes and, over inone corner, a shiny metal cage. He pauses at the entrance and lets me take it all in.

“Was there a closing-down sale at a sex dungeon?” I manage to squeak out.

“All custom-made. Never used. You’ll be the first to try it.”

“Oh.”

It’s the most I can bring myself to say. The man is serious. He’s been planning this for a long time. My eyes drift to the cage again, and I shiver. “Are you going to lock me in that thing?”

“Not tonight. That’s for serious punishments, if you do something really bad.”

He sets me on the bed. The silk sheets are slippery on my skin, but I keep the towel clutched tight. “What counts as really bad?”

“Endangering yourself. Lying to me. Touching yourself without permission.”

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