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I jump from the chair and grab the jock's legs while Lina hurries over to the cage and opens the door. Oakley takes one of Chris's legs from me, making it easier for us. Once the big guy is lying on the cot inside the cell-like cage, we place the shackle around his ankle. This enables him to use the toilet inside the cell and reach the food we will provide for him.
“I'll come back in the morning with breakfast and a tote with other snack foods that will hold him over until his next meal,” I inform them.
“Will you let your father know that he's here?” Oakley asks me, and I stare at him in disbelief.
“Just because I didn't whoop your asses for coming to see him behind my back doesn't mean all is good between him and me. One of you two can tell him since you're all such besties.” I should punch him in the face now for just suggesting that, but I'm trying to work on my anger issues, and punching my best friend would be setting me back.
“Someone's a bit touchy,” Fynn snickers, “Just so you know, I'm the one that called Blake, not Oakley. He didn't even know where we were going when I asked him to come with me.”
“Whatever, man, I'm over it, but I'm not going to call him,” I say and walk from the room.
“Jett!” My lovely Lina calls after me. I stop and turn around just as a small body slams into me.
“Oofta,” she knocks the air from my lungs.
“Will you ride in the back seat with me?” she asks, running her hand up my chest.
I know she's only trying to get my good mood back, so I accept her invite with a wicked grin, “Sure, baby. Will you be wrapping those lips around something on the way home?”
She goes up on her toes and whispers in my ear, “I'll wrap whatever you want me to wrap around anything you want.” She sucks on my earlobe before nipping it.
Grabbing her hand, I start pulling her with me. Her laughter follows behind us, and I vaguely hear Oakley calling something out, but I don't give a rat's ass. I continue pulling my Lovely Lina behind me until we reach the Camaro. I open the door for her and wait until she crawls into the back seat.
She doesn't realize that thirty minutes is a long time to be in the back seat with me, or with any Lord, for that matter. I can't promise Oakley that I will leave her in good shape for him because she's such a goddamn tease. She's going to deserve everything that's coming to her.
Catalina
Oakley isn't happywith me. Well, maybe it's Jett he isn't pleased with, but he's taking it out on me, and I'm all for it. Our ride home was very eventful for Jett and me. What started as road head turned into him smushing my face into the seat and fucking me from behind, shaking the car the whole way back. Nothing Oakley said would get Jett to stop.
Now, my wrists are tied behind my back, my ankles are tied together, and I have a blindfold and an awful open-mouth gag on me. Oakley is carrying me over his shoulder, stark naked for all to see. Not that I'd know if anyone is looking, but it feels like there are eyes on me, although not a peep is heard. Maybe it's my imagination.
“You're going to find out what it's like to be punished for teasing me the way you did, Kitty Cat. Letting my best friend rail you in the back seat of my car while I'm driving,” he tsks, “Such a filthy slut you are.”
“MMPH...” I don't know what I'm trying to say, but it is a garbled mess.
Oakley pats my bare ass, “I know it wasn'treallyyour fault. The big bad Lord didn't give you much choice, but if you weren't alluring and distractingly tempting, he might have been happy with just the road head.”
My head hangs down, not in a defeated way, more like accepting my fate. It makes no difference if I were to plead my case; Oakley will do what he does best, take what he wants because he knows he can. Am I mad? Nope, because I know he will pleasure me in his own way when he is done with me.
The cool, damp airof the basement hits my ass first, and goosebumps scatter across my skin. Oakley descends into the basement, whistling creepily. It almost gives off the sense of being in a horror movie, and the psychopathic killer is about to torture you piece by piece.
Instead of being laid out on a cold metal slab, though, he pulls me off his shoulders and sets me on my feet, “Don't go anywhere, Kitty Cat. I need to get your surprise ready,” he snickers and wipes the drool dripping from my open mouth.
I strain to keep my balance while my feet are tied together. The cement floor is cold against my bare feet, and my toes curl up. There is creaking right in front of me, and then the sound of...chains?
“You're going to look fucking gorgeous, Kitty Cat,” I can hear the lust-filled voice as he comes close.
His breath is hot, his mouth wet as he captures a nipple. I know there is more to come, so I prepare myself, and he doesn't disappoint. His teeth sink into my sensitive flesh as his tongue flicks back and forth. He then sucks hard, really fucking hard, causing me to cry out, but the pain shoots straight to my core.
Suddenly, his mouth is gone, and I'm bent over. Oakley rests my neck on a smooth, flat surface, and he traps me here by pulling something down over the back of my neck. He next releases my hands, only to capture them in the same way as my neck.
A stockade.
This is my surprise. A piece of bondage furniture to restrain me so he can do all his deliciously filthy things to me. I feel my pussy weep at this. I've never used one; I've never used anything like the shit they have because my sex partners before them were just boys.
The Lords know their kink, but never call them Dominant, because they don't follow the rules. They make their own rules. I just so happen to enjoy their lawless ways in the bedroom.
Oakley yanks the rope from my ankles and spreads my legs as far apart as he can before cuffing them to what, I don't know. I close my eyes because now, he will see just how wet and needy I am. He will somehow use it against me for his own pleasure.
