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The idea had grown in my mind over the past few days. I knew now I had to get away. It wasn’t just about me; it was about Amber, too, and mostly her safety. I needed to get her out of there while I still could, and I needed to do it fast.
I woke up that morning lazily, stretching out in my bed as the sun warmed my skin through the barred window. My eyes were still closed when I felt someone watching me, knowing right away who it was.
“Back already?” I asked, my lashes resting against my cheeks.
“Wanted to come and see you,” he replied in that low, almost threatening voice of his. “I needed to.”
I opened my eyes and rolled on my stomach, staring at Thorn across the room. He was sitting in an armchair, his hands clasped in front of him and his eyes on mine. He was dressed in a suit, but it was rumpled, which was quite unlike him, so I assumed it must have been from the traveling he’d done.
“I don’t like it when you leave me,” I whispered, feeling like an utter hypocrite. I was planning on leaving him, after all, the first chance I got. I would run as far as possible and never look back, never sleep soundly again. I’d always be looking over my shoulder from then on.
“I don’t like it, either,” he said, getting up from his chair and coming to sit next to me. His hand found my cheek, and he touched me gently, as if I were made of porcelain, a doll. “I want you next to me at all times, Rose.”
I leaned into his touch and wondered when would be the last time he’d touch me. Now it was time to savor these moments, to live for the last hours I’d spend with him. I was already planning my escape. I knew I needed to get away while I still could before it was too late for Amber.
“Are you going to fuck me?” I asked him breathlessly, my eyes going to his and demanding answers.
He pondered my question, his fingers gently stroking my skin as he looked down at me.
“Would you like me to?” he asked me gently, and I found myself nodding, unable to deny the truth.
I couldn’t lie to him. I’d always been a bad liar, and he’d called me out on it before. Now, I was desperate for him to touch me, to reveal my body to his hungry eyes and him taking what had been his all along. I was desperate for his touch, craving his body against mine.
“Please,” I whispered, and he let go of me, reaching for his tie and tugging on it until it came loose. “Please, Thorn. I can’t wait any longer.”
“Address me properly,” he growled, and my eyes grew darker as I stared into his.
“M-Master,” I managed to get out, and he gave me a slow grin before stroking my chin gentler than I knew he could. “Please, Master. No more waiting. No more holding back.”
“You can’t handle me,” he argued softly, and I stared into the dark abyss of his eyes, trying to convince him I could.
Finally, Thorn sighed and smoothed my hair back.
“Tonight,” he muttered. “In the playroom. Wait for me.”
With those words, he left me alone in the room, walking out on me. I shivered and shook, and hoped – for both our sakes – that he would let go and find it in his heart to let Amber go. I was willing to stay behind. I was willing to bear his anger. I was willing to do it all… as long as he let my friend go free.
I’d been collected from my room and led into the playroom. I’d been told which position to get into and how to wait for him, and I’d obeyed. I was kneeling for him with my legs spread apart and my palms on the floor between my legs. A maid had attached a collar with a leash, which I now had between my lips, teeth biting down on the leather.
My legs were shaking, and I was shivering; the temperature in the room was degrees too low. Then the door opened, and my eyes flew up, waiting to see him.
His suit was unbuttoned, his shirt slightly open at the collar. There was no more tie, but he still wore the black leather shoes he’d had on that morning, shining under the lights. As he walked towards me, his face slowly came into view from the darkness. He was unbearably handsome as he always was, and my pussy was drenched for him. I was sure he’d notice the second he reached between my legs.
I was only wearing a sheer white bodysuit with beautiful, intricate lace. I wore high heels with straps that snaked up on my legs, and my hair and makeup had been done perfectly, the way I’d learned at the Mansion. My eyes were heavy with black mascara I knew would run when he made me cry.
