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“I’ll do anything,” I admitted shamelessly.
“You’ll do anything I want anyway, and still sleep in the basement if I decide that’s where you’re going.”
I swallowed, wishing it weren’t true. “Yes, Mr. Scott.”
“Now come here.” He took me by the wrist and pulled me onto his lap. He washed me, touching me much more gently than when he’d washed me in the backyard. When he got to my ass, he played with me there, making me struggle and blush, but not stopping until he was pleased. By then his dick was hard and pressed against one of my butt cheeks. “If you don’t like having it played with, you shouldn’t have such a sexy ass.”
“I’ll do my best to make it less appealing.”
“Do that.” The man had zero sense of humor.
He got up, and I slid off his lap, sloshing water onto the floor. He threw some expensive towels down as though it was barely worth a second thought—as though the cost of repairing potential water damage was nothing.
He lifted me out of the tub and dried me off, then led me into his bedroom, halting in the entrance.
“Are you claustrophobic?”
“Not that I’m aware of, Mr. Scott.”
“Good. Since I wasn’t expecting a…guest, I need to run errands. I wouldn’t want you hurting yourself by accident while I’m gone.”
He carried me into his bedroom and knelt down with me. I thought he would chain me to the foot of his bed or something, but he moved aside the bed skirt to reveal a cage door. This was why the bed was so high. The door swung open, and he shoved me toward the cage with a slap on my ass. I crawled in, even though I wanted to scramble away. I wasn’t about to jeopardize my chances of staying where it was warm. There was no mattress on the floor, but the carpeting was warm enough—far warmer than downstairs had been.
“Behave in there, and maybe I’ll let you sleep up here tonight. No loud noise. No one will hear you anyway. There’s a camera there.” He pointed at the ceiling in the corner of the room. It was aimed at the cage below the bed. “If you need me, stick your hand through the bars and do this.” He made a gesture. “Don’t fucking piss in there or I’ll break one or two of your fingers, understood?”
At the violent threat, I flashed to him doing that—his hand twisting mine and breaking my fingers. From there it was only another blink to seeing him burying me.
“Yes, sir.” I needed to know who he was. If I could just be sure…
“I’ll be messaging Charity from your phone while I’m out. Anything you want me to tell her?”
He expected me to trust him? I scrambled, trying to think of a way to say all my problems to her, secretly—that I wasn’t sure who had me for starters. It was impossible. I might not even know if the police were trying to find me.
“No, sir.”
What if they were already looking for me? I sank into his bleak eyes. My nipples scrunched into harder peaks.
“Turn around.”
“Mr. Scott?”
He arched a brow, and I shuffled around on my hands and knees until my lower half was mostly through the open cage doorway, other than my legs, which were tucked under me.
His hand smoothed over my ass, then he patted it almost affectionately.
“Any allergies?”
“Not that I know of.”
“This should help with any lingering discomfort. Stay still.” There was the sound of a jar lid unscrewing, then a slick finger slid into my ass with a bit of coaxing. I gasped and tried not to move. The slippery substance tingled as soon as it touched me and was in the midst of intensifying as his bare foot pushed me forward into the cage again. The door clunked shut behind me, and by the time I turned around he’d locked the door.
“What did you put in me?”
“Something to take your mind off your problems.”
I whimpered, the tingling, shifting sensation in my rectum making me feel like I might crawl out of my skin. “What is it though?”
“A concoction I’m partial to. A friend of mine is a both a sadist and an entrepreneur, so he comes up with all sorts of fun ideas.”
