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“You’ve got the wrong idea,” Caleb adds.
“Whatever. Fine. I’ll just stay here,” I say, flouncing over to the bed. “Have fun with whatever it is you do.”
Bastian's gaze lingers on me for a moment longer than usual, betraying a hint of uncertainty before he turns, preparing to leave with Caleb.
“Fine, leave me behind like I’m just some brainless bimbo," I say, my voice tinged in frustration. “But don’t be surprised if I decide that I’m done with this arrangement when you leave. I’m sick of being treated like a pawn.”
"Don’t even think about it,” Bastian warns me. “Sit your ass down and behave yourself, dammit. Now let’s go.” He ushers Caleb away.
I wait until they’re gone and test the door. It’s locked, like usual.
A sob of frustration escapes my throat and I ball my hands into fists. This isn’t fair. I’m not stupid and I’m not a bimbo. I can handle whatever it is that they get up to.
“It’s not worth it,” I tell myself, squeezing my eyes shut tightly. “This entire stupid situation isn’t worth it. I can figure out the rest of this project on my own now. I’m not staying here like their little slave forever.”
But I can’t get out of the room, either. I’m stuck inside here, locked away like a misbehaving animal.
My eyes sweep the room, trying to find a solution. Caleb’s window faces the side of the house, so there’s no way for me to climb down.
I try shoving my shoulder into the door but I bounce off it, realizing that they’re steel on the inside. “Ow, fuck,” I curse, rubbing my shoulder.
There’s a case by Caleb’s desk, with some computer stuff inside. A quick rifle through shows that he’s got a few tiny screwdrivers and I grin, brandishing one of them.
It takes me forever to unscrew all the screws in the door, and I’m sweating by the time I’m done but I take the door off its hinges and I beam.
Who said I’m not handy?
Just as I step into the hall, I hear voices downstairs. In my panic, I try to put the door back but it falls over and bangs against the wooden floor.
“Shit!” My eyes widen and I scramble to pick it up again but it’s heavy. All three of them rush up the stairs and catch me red-handed.
“You seriously tried to escape, even though I warned you?” Bastian asks, raising one eyebrow. “I told you what would happen, didn’t I?”
“I’m not afraid of you,” I say, standing up to him with defiance in my eyes. Bastian shakes his head. “Nice try, but you’re not getting out of this. Take her clothes off.”
Dominic and Caleb step on either side of me, making short work of my clothes before I can even blink.
“How does …ten spankings sound?” Bastian offers as he sits on the edge of the bed.
“You’re going to spank me like I’m some naughty child?” I ask, unable to believe what I’m hearing.
“Do you want to make it twenty?” Bastian’s eyebrows raise and I scowl, shaking my head. “Get over here,” he orders.
I shuffle forward and he yanks me down over his lap, no warning before his hand connects with my backside. I cry out, the sting immediate and unrelenting.
“Stop! Please!” I yell as Bastian spanks me again. I feel exposed and humiliated but when I squirm, I realize I’m getting wetter with every smack against my ass. I press my head against the comforter, squirming to hide my face.
With the next strike, my body tingles in a mixture of pain and pleasure and I feel myself getting too close to the edge for comfort.
Thwack! Thwack!
No, please,I beg silently. But my body betrays me, sending me over the edge as soon as Bastian’s hand connects with my ass once more.
Fuck.
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