Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
This time when I catch her, I throw her over my shoulder and start carrying her back to the cabin, caveman-style—to the amusement of the brothers who’ve shown up early for today’s club meeting. They shout encouragement my way, but my angel squirms and struggles and tells me to let her go. Then she tells me a whole bunch of lies: that she doesn’t have anything else to tell me, that she’ll be fine off the ranch and Papa won’t find her, that she’ll come back if I still want her to pay up more, that I’m a good man who knows what’s right.
A note of desperation creeps in toward the end—and I just know that I’ll lose my shit if she starts crying. She hasn’t pulled out the tears yet, though I was stupid enough to tell her all of my soft spots. But something tells me the tears are close. And won’t be faked.
That happens, I won’t be able to hold out.
I can barely withstand those desperate pleas to let her go. So I pull out the ball gag and straps for the first time since our Thanksgiving dinner, get her tied up spread-eagled on the bed. All that struggling got her riled up and sopping wet, her hot cunt and her big eyes begging for my cock. I don’t waste any time giving her what she needs. Like a man possessed, I ride that pussy until her juices and my cum are soaking the sheet, until she’s orgasmed so many times that she’s limp and quivering and so spent that she sure as fuck won’t be running anywhere again. At least not real soon.
But I thought she was spent after a hundred yards, too. So I keep those straps and gag in place while I get dressed again for the meeting, and consider leaving her tied up the entire time. Knowing all the reasons I shouldn’t.
Also knowing that she’s real close to making herself bleed while trying to get away. And that if she gets out, she’ll be killed.
There’s no good outcome here. No way to avoid the pain that’s coming. But as long as she’s alive, I just don’t give a fuck.
A knock sounds at the door. Probably a prospect sent out here to remind me about the meeting. I yell that I’ll be there in a minute, but a few seconds later, the damn knock comes again. I toss a sheet over my angel to cover her tits and pussy from prying eyes, then stalk to the door. I pull it open a few inches and a whirlwind shoves past my legs, barking and dancing in deliriously happy circles, the tags and bells on her collar jingling merrily. Daisy being Daisy, and so damn cute.
And outside, Anna being Anna, fiercely staring at me like I’ve got a whole lot of explaining to do.
I scowl at her. “Who the hell let you past the gate?”
“Ah, geez. So good to see you, too, you big—”
“Hold that thought.” Because Daisy just figured out there’s someone tied up on the bed and went to investigate a new playmate. I shut the door in my sister’s face and haul ass across the room. Half up on the bed, Daisy’s licking her cheek and snuffling her face, and my angel’s eyes are squeezed closed as if she’s afraid of being blinded by wet dog nose, but she’s giggling against the gag.
“C’mere, Daisy girl. Ah, shit.” I untie the strap on her nearest wrist, because as soon as that’s free she can do the rest. Then I drag Daisy back, scratching at her ears and kissing her face. “Aw, you’re a good girl. Such a good girl. But we leave naked ladies alone.”
My naked lady snorts out a muffled laugh, reaching behind her head to unfasten the ball gag. Then she goes still and quiet, looking past me.
“Holy shit,” Anna says from just inside the open door, staring at us with her hands covering her mouth, as if in horror. “Holy shit. It’s true what they were saying. That you’ve a girl tied up in here and you’re torturing her for information.”
Fury spits acid through my veins. “Who is saying that?”
Eyes welling with tears, Anna shakes her head. “I don’t care what happened to you. This is not okay. It is not okay.”
“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
But I’m going to bust the head of every asshole who ran his mouth at the bar she tends. And I’m sure as hell not having this conversation here, with my girl still naked and tied.
“You all right to watch my dog for a minute?” I ask her. Her face is a fiery red, and she’s not looking at me as she unfastens her other wrist. Real embarrassed. So as soon as she nods, I hustle Anna outside, locking the door behind me.