“Like your eyes.” She says, nipping her bottom lip between her teeth. “They're really pretty.”
“Oh.” I chuckle because it's so unexpected I don't know how else to respond to that.
But then I take a moment to really look at her. She's beautiful, self-possessed despite her discomfort.
“Thank you.”
“Dex!” Cal calls. “Fucking help me, man! I'm about to piss my own bed!”
Dex snorts before turning to go help his best friend escape the trap I got him in. Katrina follows him, and I follow her, though she hangs back when we get to the door where Dex is bent over, laughing so hard he's snorting.
“Laugh it up, man.” Cal says. “You won't be laughing anymore when I tell my Little Doll all about your first kiss and how I had to saveyouback then.”
I lift an eyebrow, intrigued by what the story is there. But I guess I'm not getting it yet, because Dex lets his laughter taper off as he turns to face me.
“You sure you want me to let him loose? We could leave him a bit... give him a taste of his own medicine.”
I know that shouldn't be funny to me, but it is. I can't help giggling at the thought of leaving him here, chained to the bed, unable to touch me, to take what he wants even when I'm offering it up to him on a silver platter.
“I failed out of nursing school, so I don't think I have what it takes to keep him alive.”
“You did?” Cal asks, turning his attention to me. “You didn't tell me that.”
He says it like it's a secret I intentionally kept from him, rather than something we haven't discussed yet. He didn't seem all too interested in who I was before I was his, and it's not like we've talked about much in the grand scheme of things.
“You didn't ask.” I shrug.
“So, you two…” Dex clears his throat, his eyes glancing quickly over the stuffed pig I used to obscure his cock. I didn’t ask why he had a stuffed pig to begin with, but I did get it some friends so it wouldn’tbe lonely.
I have a feeling Cal will get me back for not throwing the sheet over his lap at least, but he deserved the little bit of humiliation.
Although, I don't know that he's as humiliated as I expected. “You're together?”
That's a loaded fucking question, and I'm going nowhere near it.
I know that Dex is aware of his best friend's proclivities for murder, but I'm not going to tell him that we've been sleeping together and plotting how to murder men who rape, using me as bait.
Something tells me he won't exactly support our plan.
Cal's eyes dart to me, trying to get a feel for my answer. When I give him nothing, he turns back to Dex.
“I'm in love.”
Though it doesn't feel like a real declaration, that takes me entirely by surprise so that my lips part to try and refute him, to assure Dex that whatever is going on between us is just a strategy. But the truth is, I don't know what I'm still doing here with him. In the first hours that I was awake, I knew I had to play it smart, that running wouldn't work. I knew it was a risky move, even before he told me he meant to kill me. I'd convinced myself to play a long game, to get him to enjoy my company, to tell me things, and to help me.
In a way, that's exactly what we're doing.
The silence is long and heavy... at least, for me it is. It's why I force a laugh.
“A woman chains you to the bed one time, and suddenly you're in love?”
Dex is quiet as he reaches into his pocket and produces the key, holding it out to me in an offering. “I'll leave you in charge of this, then.”
I accept the key warily and make quick work of unlocking the cuffs from one wrist. They clang against the headboard, and Cal doesn't even give me the chance to unlock the second one before he snatches me against him, kisses me on the mouth, and then pushes me onto the bed so he can dart past me, still clutching the pig against his dick to preserve some of his modesty.
He doesn't even shut the bathroom door before I hear the toilet lid lifting, and then a sobbing sigh of relief escapes him as the sound of splashing follows.
I turn to find Dex watching me quietly, like he's lost in thought again. I'm just about to ask him what's the matter when he speaks.
