Page 24 of Married to My Master

He wanted to believe her, but he didn't. And now there was a piece of evidence that he had been here. Dane brought the chain in closer as he advanced on her, a grimace spread on his face as he forced her to close the gap. “Show me the tapes,” he growled.

She nodded, her eyes like dinner plates as she glanced down at his hand holding the chain. “Yes, sir! I'll show them to you!”

They went back into the house and headed for her office. She sat down in front of her computer, with Dane standing behind her, leash still tightly gripped, and logged in.

He was seething with rage. His breath felt like steam and fire in his chest, burning as it filled his lungs. He watched her as she brought up a folder filled with files labeled with dates going back over the last two or three days, from multiple cameras. “You forgot about all of these?” he growled, yanking the chain for emphasis.

She cringed. “I'm sorry, sir,” she said, her finger nervously tapping on the mouse.

He still didn't believe her. How could he? Who could forget about their house being covered in security cameras? “Delete them, then,” he said, gripping the leash tighter. “Get rid of them and any other backups you have. Now.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, nodding as she set to the task he'd ordered.

He watched her with disdain. This was the problem with everything. Everyone lied, and everyone was underhanded. She'd been playing with his emotions since last night. She had no intention of helping him, and no intention of trying to get to know him better, like she'd told Jas on the phone.

“You're the fucking problem, Emily You, and people like you,” he growled. “Corporations too giant to fail control everything, with dirty, conniving people at the top of each and every one of them. All you do is crush little people like Benton and me, ruin our lives, and cash in on your stock options and your fat salaries. You people make me fucking sick.”

“But I—”

“Come on,” Dane said, yanking her lead and pulling her from the chair.

She grabbed onto the edge of the desk to stop him from bringing her along, but Dane whipped around when he felt the resistance.

“Keep fighting it, and it'll be worse, Emily,” he growled.

She let go of the desk and came along with him.

“Don't worry,” he said, as he pulled her along to the bedroom. “I'm going to make you better than them. You'll see.”

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Emily

“Strip,” he commanded, as she followed him into the center of the bedroom. “Now.”

Emily went to pull her shirt off, but realized the chain was in the way.

Dane growled in frustration, as he grabbed the scissors and turned to her.

Oh God, this was it. She'd finally pushed him too far.

He grabbed the front of her shirt and cut the bottom of it, splitting the hem. He gripped both sides of the separated fabric and tore it apart

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as he disrobed her so unceremoniously. She bit her lip, her breath coming faster as his warm, strong hands brushed over her flat stomach. He continued to tear her shirt up the middle, until it was just a destroyed rag that did nothing to cover her.

“Now,” he commanded. “Finish.”

She nodded. “Yes . . . yes, sir,” she replied, as she stripped down to the lacy white bra she'd picked out earlier in the day. She reached behind her back, unsnapped it, and dropped it to the floor. Her nipples rose immediately as the cool air struck them, and she sucked in a sharp breath as they stiffened.

“The rest of it,” he barked.

This was it. This was her third offense against the rules. Something like fear and nervousness warred together in her body, one trying to dominate the other.

She undid the front of her shorts and shimmied them down her body, stripping her white panties along with them. Now, as she thought of her choice in underwear, she realized it looked like she was subconsciously trying to hold onto some sense of purity. Maybe she was, in her mind, at least.

Emily quickly realized it was just her mind trying to hold onto that innocence. The smell of her musky excitement filled the air as she dropped her clothes in a pool of cloth at her feet.

Dane took a deep breath. She knew he could smell her, too. He stepped forward, the cold chain shifting so it grazed over a stiff nipple.

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