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“I’m going to need to stock up on batteries,” I mutter under my breath.
“Batteries?”He scrunches his brows for a moment before his eyes widen in realization.Then his expression turns hungry as he leans toward me again.“Have you been getting yourself off without my permission, Esme?”
“Since when do I need your permission?”I spin from him, acting nonchalant as I make my way toward the scrimmage mats.But I can’t ignore the thrill that rushes through me when I sense him stalking close behind.
“So youhavebeen getting yourself off?”
“You can’t expect me to go five months without an orgasm, can you?”
“No.”He exhales a long sigh.“I just hate that I can’t be the one to give them to you right now.”
“If it makes you feel better, I think about you every time,” I tease.
“I suppose I’ll have to be happy with that consolation prize for now.”
“I suppose you will.”
“But you better be ready, Esme.”He dips toward me, his voice dripping with sin.“The second I get those discharge papers, I’m coming for you.And I plan to make it so you can’t walk for a bloody week.”
A thrill rushes through me, my core clenching.I hoist myself onto my toes, my breath dancing on his lips.“I can’t wait.”
“Good.”He winks and steps back, turning into the man most people know him to be.Serious.Professional.Focused.“Should we review a few of the exercises we did last time?”
“Actually…” I clear my throat after taking a moment to compose myself.And tame my raging libido.“Can you show me how to escape zip ties?”
He doesn’t immediately respond.Just stares, his analytical eyes sweeping over me.
“I’m constantly taught how to act in hostage situations to increase my likelihood of survival.”
“And for good reason.What you do and say has a huge impact on that.”
“But it’s all premised on me waiting for help to arrive.Shouldn’t I have the skills I need to help myself?”
“Escaping a situation where you’re bound or restrained isn’t always a golden ticket.Sometimes it can cause more harm in the long run.Like you’ve learned repeatedly, making your captor believe you won’t cause any trouble can keep you alive long enough for you to be rescued.”
“Please, Creed,” I beg, my voice choked.“I don’t want to depend on someone else coming to my rescue.What if that’s not possible?Wouldn’t you want me to know how to help myself?And I’m not asking the Creed Lawson who’s a member of the royal guard.”I approach him and lift my pleading eyes pleading to his.“I’m asking the Creed Lawson who I want to spend the rest of my life with.”
He swallows hard.“You want to spend the rest of your life with me?”
“Of course I do.”My expression brightens and I place a hand on my hip.“Do you think I’d resort to five months of only battery- and hand-powered orgasms for someone I didn’t?”
He barks out a laugh, the sound echoing in the cavernous room.
God, I love that sound.What I wouldn’t give to hear it all the time.I remind myself that in just a few months, I’ll be able to.
“Okay…” he finally relents.“I’ll show you how to escape zip ties.”
“Thank you.”I place my wrists together in front of me.“Tie me up.”
He smirks, eyes darkening.“I like the sound of that.”
ChapterFifteen
Creed
“Let’s practice one last time,”I tell Esme an hour later, the mat below us littered with dozens of broken zip ties.
Her wrists are red and scratched from the pressure she’s had to assert in order to break free.Regardless, she’s refused any sort of tape to soften the blow, since she doubts her captors would be considerate enough to wrap her wrists before binding them.
