Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40811 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Ignoring my own hypocrisy, I sat down at the edge of the bed and rubbed the cream into her skin. She sucked in her breath and more tears tumbled down her when I started to rub, but the cream began to do its work quickly. She let out the breath she’d been holding and the tears began to subside. Her body began to relax beneath my fingers.
I lingered for a moment longer than I should have, massaging in small circles on her back. I wasn’t ready to stop touching her, and besides, I needed that minute to solidify the plan that had begun to take shape the moment I’d opened the door and found Marcos whipping her.
It wasn’t a good plan, at least not on the scale of anything that worked out for me, but it was the right thing to do. I couldn’t let her go back to the life she’d known before I’d interfered. There was too much risk that she would be taken again. It wasn’t like she had much of a life to go back to, even if I could offer her that.
Since I couldn’t though, the only option was to take her someplace she’d be safe. A new identity, far away from her previous life—I could give her that. I’d have to hope neither her absence nor Marcos’, was noticed until I returned. But assuming my luck held out, it wouldn’t be difficult to stage their deaths, making it look like his car had been rigged to explode by an enemy while he was transporting his most recent slave. It would work, but I had to move fast. The moment their absences were noticed, the plan was fucked.
Now all I had to do was get her out of the house without raising suspicions. There was only one way to do it—and she wasn’t going to like it one bit.
“I need you to do something you’re not going to want to do,” I told her.
She scoffed. OK, so making her do things she didn’t want to do wasn’t exactly new, but it was different now. I helped her to sit up as I tried to choose my words. She moved easily, meaning the cream had done its job.
“The only way to get you out of here is to take you right out the front door.” So far the plan didn’t sound too bad, right? “But you will have to be the perfect slave.” Yeah—that was the catch. “There is no other way you would have been allowed to leave this room.”
She nodded, but I could tell she didn’t have the slightest clue what it meant.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked again.
I still didn’t have a clear answer for her. “Because…because the other option isn’t an option anymore.”
Again she nodded, but it seemed to settle nothing in her mind. But it would have to wait. There wasn’t time.
“All right, we have to go,” I said and stood, moving to a section of the wall and pressing down on the wainscoting. A panel opened up in the wall and I reached inside. She was trying to look past me to see what was in there, but I blocked her view. It was just better if she didn’t.
As I approached her though, her eyes widened—not that I could blame her. I hadn’t gotten to preparing her for this part.
“There’s no other way, Pet,” I said, brushing across her cheek with my free hand, hoping it would somehow do something to calm her.
She didn’t look calm, but she did look resigned. So, I went to work, fastening the collar I’d retrieved around her throat and fastening it to a leash.
“Stand up,” I told her and she complied, though she kept her eyes on the other items I’d placed on the bed.
When she was standing in front of me, I picked them up and attached a small, metal clamp to each of her nipples. She squeaked in response, but she remained still. There was a long, thin chain that ran between the clamps, and one more that ran straight down to one final clamp. I knelt down in front of her and she gasped when I fastened it onto her clit.
Necessary or not, she looked so fucking hot. The last thing I wanted to do was walk her out through the house for every patron there to see. Mine!—a voice growled in my head, but I ignored it. She wasn’t mine, and if all things went as planned, she never would be.
So, instead of doing what I wanted to be doing to her, I blocked it out. “Kneel, Pet,” I instructed, and she went down on her knees, making it even more difficult to keep my thoughts in check. “You will remain on your knees. You will crawl, and keep your head down at all times.”