Page 45 of Better Run
Jayden
She’s feeling the effects of the roofie I put in her syrup. I only put half a dose in, and it’ll hit her slower since she ingested it. She’s leaning on the table, giggling and scowling.
Cole looks at me, lips tight. “For the record, I think that was kinda a dick move.”
I stroke her hair, rolling my eyes. “I am a dick.”
“Yeah, but not to her.” He crosses his arms.
“Since when?” I scoop her up and move her to the couch.
Cole snorts but doesn’t answer. I don’t like what he’s implying. She’s mine, yes. Mine to abuse. Mine to play with. Mine to control. But I don’t have feelings for her.
So why is there this nagging…guilt?
I pull out my Shibari ropes. It feels good to touch them all again. To feel their smoothness in my hands. I haven’t rigged in years, but from early on, I knew my kitten would be perfect for it. She wants to fight me; I want to make her helpless. She likes to feel afraid and restrained; I like to make her that way. Entirely at my mercy.
Cole sits with her on the couch. With her being this relaxed, I’ll need his help to hold her into the position I want.
“Let me have her clothes.”
Cole starts coaxing her out of her shirt. It slides off her and there sit her gorgeous tits. They aren’t big but they’re perky with tiny, tan nipples. I reach out and stroke one. She moans and tilts her head back.
“Your pants, little one.” She starts at Cole’s words. I see her open her eyes and try to fight the drug. But Cole slips her pants and panties off as well until she’s leaning against his big body, naked. I drink in the sight. She’s absolutely stunning. She’s small-boned and delicate but every bit a woman. Light hair has grown over her pubic area since I haven’t let her have a razor. I know she keeps it shaved when she can. Cole runs his hands up and down her arms.
“Where you putting her?”
“Here.” I direct him under the entryway between the living and dining rooms. There are solid exposed beams that run above, supporting the loft area. He drops down to sit with her in his arms. She leans back into him, smiling with half-lidded eyes.
I start with her arms. I wrap them around her torso like she’s hugging herself. Like she’s trying to protect herself, but it won’t work. Her delicate arms are perfect for showcasing the knots. I’m careful to avoid her tattoo. Can’t have it blowing out.
She occasionally tries to pull away, but Cole leans over, softly chides her, and she relaxes again. Her mood swings up and down, which is not unusual with the drug I gave her. Occasionally tears will glisten in her eyes. She’ll turn them up at me, and there’s no guarded look anymore. Just pure submission. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, but it also aggravates that guilt. I move to her torso, knotting down it in beautiful braids but veering off as I reach her pelvis. I open, bend her legs at the knee and tie her thigh and calf together like that. I tie them back so she can’t close them. It takes a while for me to rig the ropes that will suspend her in the air in the doorway. But I get them just the way I want them, and Cole helps me hoist her up.
And there she hangs. A perfect little toy in a sex swing of my own design. I can do anything I want to her. But no. I won’t touch her yet. I have plans. Plans—I remind myself—that have been the only thing keeping me going. Well, until I got my new plaything, Jo.
She keeps nodding off and jerking awake when her head falls forward or back. That’s fine. She can sleep off some of the drugs.
Cole and I get to work on the other half of the operation.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Mary Jo
My head feels heavy, but the rest of my body feels weightless. Like I’m floating on clouds. At the same time, I feel like I’m wrapped tightly in strong arms.
I open my eyes. The light is bright, and I squint against it. A lamp. A bear lamp on a small table. I look more. A tan couch. I lift my eyes. Sage, sitting in a chair. No, not sitting. Tied to it.
I blink. Some clarity comes back. I’m in the cabin. Why am I on clouds? I look down. I’m suspended off the ground. That can’t be right. I try to move, but I can’t. I feel like I’m in a dream where I try to run, but my legs won’t move.
I blink again. I’m still floating.
“Ah, kitten, you’re awake.” Jayden’s voice fills my head.
I look up at him. He looks enormous and sinful. His chest and arms stretch out his dark t-shirt, which accentuates the dark tattoos on his arms. His gaze is heavy on me.
I lick my lips. At least, I try to. There’s something in my mouth. I rear my head back, trying to get it out but it’s still in my mouth.
“What did she take?” I look over. It’s Sage.
