Where are you?
Pandora
In my dorm. Do you think it’s possible to die of a thousand needle pricks?
I stare at the text, then show it to River. “Is she considering a new form of torture?”
“Definitely,” River says. “We should probably talk to her. Not that I think it’ll help, but we can try before she pulls something with Ezio that actuallywillget her into trouble.”
We clean up the table and make our way to Pandora’s dorm. She opens for us after one knock, which makes it seem like she was waiting in the kitchen.
“Hey!” Pandora says, kissing my cheek before she closes the door. “And River, too!” She grins at him and gives him a quick peck. “What are two-out-of-three of my favorite people doing here?”
She doesn’t even care.
She’s completely oblivious, and she thinks she’s untouchable.
But I remember what she looked like when we’d rescued her fromEzio the last time. Bruised up, hair a mess, dangling off the side of the cliff, and I know if River, Asch, and I had been even a second later, Ezio would have killed her.
“You stupid fucking—” I growl as I grab her arm and shove her against the wall.
“Oh!” Pandora gasps, and her smile widens. “If that’s what you’re here for, you should know I’m still a bit sore from last night, but…”
I wrap my hand around her neck and squeeze as I cover her lips with mine. Pandora struggles half-heartedly, moaning into my mouth and gripping my shirt.
“You aren’t nearly as sore as you’re going to be when we’re done with you,” River says, his own voice dark. “Not that I think that’ll teach you the lesson you need. What the fuck were you thinking, Pandora?”
Pandora doesn’t say anything, because she can’t while I’ve got her throat constricted and my tongue inside her mouth.
When I finally give her air, she gasps hard and smiles.
“More,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my torso.
This isn’t going to teach her a lesson.
I draw away and grab her arm again. “River, find her cuffs or chains or whatever the fuck she’s got in her closet. Or some fucking rope.”
Because we both know she has some.
Pandora tilts her head at me. “Hey, I’m not fighting you. We can have awesome sex without the chains.”
I shake my head and drag her toward her bedroom. “You don’t fucking listen to us! How many times do we have to tell you tolet it go.”
“Too many,” River mutters. He follows us into the bedroom, but he goes straight for the closet. I hear him rummaging around, then he says, “Bingo.”
He’s carrying a plastic container when he joins us near the bed, and when he opens it, I see that Pandora really does have a wholearsenal of toys and supplies: rope, handcuffs, a few dildos, and even a small flogger.
The sight of the flogger gives me ideas.
A lot of ideas.
The first time Asch and I had shared Pandora, she’d been pretending to be scared. On her knees, defiant, but following orders and hissing with impotent rage.
Not so impotent, I’ve found out, but she’d been hot like that.
Pandora tries to pull away from me, but I keep my grip tight on her.
“Let go, Blaze,” she demands.
