Page 29 of Not Another Dark Romance

Zane says nothing; his mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out as his throat bobs. My cock twitches under the intense gaze, loving having his eyes glued on me while I touch myself.

“Fuck, I’d love to feel you inside of me while I’m bent over like this. You could tug on the collar you bought me, Daddy. You can go so deep inside me while I’m bent over like this for you.”

“Stop,” he murmurs with no intention behind the words.

“Do you want a turn at my ass?” I ask again. God, tonight’s just straight out of a fantasy again.

“No!” he says too quickly. Lie. “No more touching yourself. You already jerked off. Come on, back to the basement you go.” Zane reaches over to turn off the water and throws a towel at me.

“Hey, that wasn’t nice, you could’ve at least warned me!”

“Nope. Playtime’s over,” he insists, and my dick deflates as I dry myself, then he’s tugging me out of the bathroom and down the hall into… his bedroom? Piet’s there on his bed, and he barely picks up his head to look at me.

“Wow, Piet, really? At least one of us can weasel our way into bed with the kidnapper. Well done, buddy.”

Zane ignores that comment and pulls out some clothes from his drawer. “Put these on.”

He’s holding out his clothes for me to wear. A pair of underwear, sweatpants, and a new shirt.

“Oh, I’ll gladly wear your clothes.” I take the boxer briefs and pull those on first, followed by the sweatpants. “I feel like I’m swimming in you. I love it.” Zane grunts but doesn’t say anything as he takes the handcuff off again so I can slide the shirt over my head. “How about a hoodie too?”

“God, you’re so fucking needy.”

“I think you mean ‘yes, of course, anything for my sexy captive since I’m still playing hard to get.’ Isn’t that right, Zane?”

He says nothing, just tosses a hoodie at me, and I hold it to my nose and inhale. “Mmm, yes, that’s good.”

“Something is seriously wrong with you,” he balks.

“Yes, we’ve been over this so many times. Now, what side do you sleep on? I’ll take the other.”

“You’re not sleeping in here! Jesus fucking Christ. Come on, let’s go back down to the basement.”

“But I don’t want to be alone down there now that I know what upstairs is like,” I pout. “It’s so much more fun up here with you and Piet. Pleeease.”

“This isn’t a slumber party. It’s not my fault you have a dog or walked behind my truck while it was in reverse—I still have no idea where you came from in that parking lot,” he mutters before turning his sexy-as-fuck glare back at me. “Now we’re all living with the consequences of your actions. Come on, let’s go.”

Zane tugs me out of his room, and even though I’m sleeping back in the basement, chained to a pole, at least I’m wrapped in his clothes. It’s only a matter of time before he lets me into his bed. I’m slowly wearing him down. I’m sure of it.

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“What the actual fuck just happened?” I whisper.

Pete doesn’t answer from his spot on the pillow next to me in bed, obviously, because he’s a dog, but he does give me a wide-eyed look that somehow makes me feel even more insane.

“What? Your dad is a psycho.”

I think some of Mason’s crazy is rubbing off on me—not literally, I was nowhere near his dick despite his continued offers—but I can’t wrap my head around everything that happened tonight.

At some point over the last week, I guess I’ve gotten used to the idea of having a man locked up in my basement. Not where I thought I’d end up in life, but I’m adapting.

What happened tonight, though, was truly insane. Even for Mason.

First, there was the jerking off. I couldn’t leave him alone in the basement without any handcuffs immediately after putting on his new restraint. What if the collar didn’t work? What if the chain broke? There were too many variables in that moment for me to trust him alone down there by himself. I stand by that.

But maybe I shouldn’t have actually been watching him while he was getting off. It was obviously because I needed to keep an eye on his hands since they were free. It’s not like I wanted to watch as his hard cock fucked his fist, right?

I’ve never seen another man’s erection in person before and wasn’t expecting to be so… fascinated by it. I sat as far away as possible, near the top steps, but I could still clearly make out the bulging vein on the side of his shaft every time it slid through his grip, still see the way his spit made the darker pink tip shine in the shitty fluorescent lighting.