Page 47 of His Property

A tingle runs down my spine, and I close my eyes and inhale the smell of sweat and arousal. It’s intoxicating, but not as intoxicating as that one word: please.

Opening my eyes, I pull my phone from my pocket. I pull up the app and turn off the vibration on the panties.

Her chest heaves, and I take a nipple into my mouth. She moans and then whimpers when her body shifts the plug.

I pull away from her nipple and reach around her for the plug. “Are you ready for me to fuck your ass?”

“Yes. Just please take this thing out of me.”

“Did you like it?”

She hesitates, but I already know the answer. We’ve been having fun finding ways to please us both while keeping the pain to a minimum. This is one of the ways.

Holding Mae’s waist to keep her steady, I slowly begin to remove the plug. She breathes fast, and I have to pause and tell her to relax. I ease the plug the rest of the way out, and she groans as she raises her head. I untie the rope in her hair without taking my eyes off her face. The hook clangs on the floor.

Mae opens her eyes, desire and exhaustion pooling in them, and it looks like she’s going to kiss me, but something stops her. When she looks over my shoulder, her eyes bug.

I whip my head to spot Emily standing halfway down the stairs. Her jaw is dropped, and her eyes are as wide as Mae’s. I spin around and back into Mae to block her, as if that would do any good.

“Emily,” I say, holding out my hands.

She turns to bolt up the stairs, and panic ensues.

“Emily, stop!” I sprint after her, leaving Mae suspended, and I don’t stop yelling to her.

Gabi was in her room when I got home, but as I rush through the living room, her curtain slides open and she calls out for me, asking what’s going on.

I ignore Gabi and hurry to follow Emily out the front door. She climbs into her car and locks the doors, and I hopelessly jerk the handle to no avail. I bang on the glass and yell, begging her to let me explain, but she starts the car and peels out of my drive.

The air is knocked out of me as she pulls away, and it takes my legs a good minute to work again.

I sprint inside, knowing the time of total privacy has come to an end.

We’re about to have company.

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MAE

The basement door slams, and Victor runs down the stairs, taking them two at a time. He says nothing to me as he rifles through a toolbox drawer. I don’t say anything, but I can feel the tension he brings into the space and the urgency in his movements.

Something’s wrong.

Really, really wrong.

If that was his sister who saw us, I can understand the way he fled after her and the urgency, but he’s back down here instead of going after her. Why? Surely he’s not so concerned about untying me for my comfort.

He slams the toolbox shut and turns toward me with a knife in his hands.

My heart stops, and my eyes go wide.

He comes toward me, and I try to shrink away, but I’m held in place. “W-what are you doing?” I ask in a high-pitched voice.

Victor doesn’t answer, but he meets my eyes briefly. He walks behind me, and I struggle. “Wait, Victor please, wait. Wait!”

“Hold still,” he growls, grabbing the rope and tugging. I squeeze my eyes shut and sink my teeth into my bottom lip. My whole body tenses, and my mind goes blank.

Victor inserts the knife between my flesh and the rope and slices through it. The knot he tied was intricate, so he has to unravel the rope to set me free. I open my eyes but don’t make a sound.

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