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“What? What did you do?” she asks, looking between the three of us even though she can’t see our faces.
“Why would you think we did anything?”
“The clown guy that was messing with me. He’s gone,” she states.
“He got a little tied up. I think he was hammered,” I tell her. She narrows her eyes as the guys laugh. I watch her shake her head and turn to head back to the party. I let her go.
We follow her inside, and I stand against the wall, checking the time every five minutes. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to spend my night like this when I have other plans for Syn.
But she’s laughing, and that tells me she’s having a good time, so I let her be.
My eyes scan the room, but there’s nothing of interest. Finally, I get bored of it all and walk up behind Syn, wrapping my arm around her waist. She instantly stills and tenses until she realizes it’s me. Then she relaxes into my touch. I let her keep dancing for a few more minutes as long as her ass keeps banging against my cock and no one else’s. When I’ve had enough, I whisper in her ear, “Let’s go outside.” She nods her head, not even asking why. Instead, she spins around and starts for the door with me right behind her.
We get outside, and I nod toward the cars. Syn keeps walking as I pull the small syringe from my back pocket and uncap it. She stops at my car and leans against it, looking as sexy as ever. Fuck, I’d like to take that tie off and wrap it around her neck this time. My cock hardens in my jeans, but there’s a time and place for that, and it isn’t now.
“What are we doing out here?” she asks, licking her lips.
“I’ve missed you, Syn.” Her eyes widen a little before a smile tugs across her face.
“I missed you too.” I reach up and pull the mask off my face as sweat drips down my temples. Then I step into her, gliding my fingers along her cheek. She closes her eyes, savoring my touch when I bring the other hand out and stick the needle into her neck. I press the plunger, and her eyes widen.
“What the fuck is that?” she asks in a panic.
“We’re going to have so much fun tonight, Syn.” She reaches up and rubs the spot on her neck as I recap the needle and slide it back into my pocket.
“Ry? What was that?” she asks again. I smile at her and watch as her eyes start to roll back.
“Just a little something to relax you, Syn.”
“Ry?”
“It’s okay, baby. Everything is okay.” She slowly begins to relax, and I reach out, wrapping her in my arms before pulling the back door open and placing her inside. What I’m going to do to her tonight, she wouldn’t willingly let me do. At least, I don’t think she would. We’re about to find out, though.
Once I have her in the car, I walk around and climb in the driver’s seat and speed the fuck out of the parking lot. I didn’t give her a lot, and the drugs are sure to wear off quickly. I need to have everything in place before that happens.
I speed down the road until I reach my house. I drive slowly down the long driveway, killing the lights.
I park and climb out, pulling Syn from the backseat and hefting her over my shoulder before heading inside and up the stairs. Once we’re in my room, I grin. Black and red candles are lit all around the room, lighting it up while black-out curtains keep anyone from seeing the light.
I lay Syn on the bed and quickly undress her before lifting her and carrying her across the room. I lay her gently on the floor and get to work.
Chapter 20
Tamsyn
I blink rapidly, but I can’t seem to move my arms or legs. What the hell did Ry give me? A burst of anger surges in my chest as I lift my head and look around. Then I panic. Am I … hanging in the air? I look down and see the floor below me before I try to struggle to get free. I open my mouth to yell, but then I see him. Rylan is on the bed, completely naked, stroking his cock as he watches me.
“What the hell is this?” I ask him when I can’t seem to move anything. I’m swaying back and forth, hung from what I assume is the ceiling.
“It’s called shibari.”
“And?”
“And you look sexy as fuck tied up like that.” He keeps stroking his cock as I struggle against the ropes. It’s not uncomfortable, but I’m fucking swinging from the damn ceiling.
“Let me down. You had your fun,” I tell him. He smiles, and it fucking melts me inside. My stomach flips as he shakes his head.
“We haven’t even had fun yet,” he says, keeping his hand on his cock. Fuck, I want to touch it, taste it, feel it inside me. I lick my lips, and it’s as if he knows what I’m thinking. He stands, his cock jutting in front of him as he walks toward me. He runs his fingers along my skin where there is no rope, and I shiver. Then he comes to stand in front of me, and I realize I’m hanging at the perfect height for his cock. He planned this?
