He was going to hate them.
I, of course, was having another reaction entirely.
I returned to the cell with them in my hands, and his eyes widened. I was going to have to go in for the second time that night, and I just knew I wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to slide my hands down his skin. I’d behaved so much so far, and I deserved to at least feel my new property…
And I would. After his next accessories were in place.
He backed away again, but there was nowhere to go but against cold concrete walls. He ended up at one of them, hissing in a breath when his back met the wall, and he stared hatefully at me.
“If you’re going to fight me, then fight,” I dared him.
His eyes darted past me to where the cell door was open. If he wanted to play a game of chase, he had another thing coming. I wouldn’t chase him, and he’d end up locking himself back in the kennel before long.
That didn’t mean I wanted to deal with it, but I could, and I would.
“Offer out your hands,” I ordered, watching him intently as I waited to see if he’d obey or try to make a run for it.
He, predictably, made a go at an escape attempt. My hand lashed out, grabbing him hard by the upper arm and pulling him close to me. If my other hand hadn’t been holding the mitts, I’d have felt him up then and there. I wished I could feel more of his smooth skin against mine.
“Ow!” he exclaimed, staring indignantly at me. “That hurts.”
“I don’t feel like watching you run yourself ragged trying to get away from me and out of here,” I told him mildly. I was a little disappointed because I’d thought maybe he’d realize how outclassed he was, but then, I had to admit the mitts were intimidating.
I pushed him against the wall, this time pinning him there with my much larger body.
He made another noise as his back pressed firmly against the wall, but I ignored it. I took one of his hands roughly into mine and forced it into the mitt, strapping it closed before doing the same with the other. One day, he’d leave them on because I told him to, but that day wasn’t going to be today.
Good thing I’d ordered mitts that had a spot for more of the little padlocks I’d bought.
His eyes widened in horror as he saw them, as he realized he would be able to gnaw at them with his teeth like a wild animal all he wanted… but he wouldn’t make any progress toward getting them off. The leather was stronger than his teeth, and he wasn’t going to chew his own arms off.
My little beauty wasn’t that much of a beast.
My hands slid down his sides, captivated by the sight of him, and I imagined the puppy ears he’d wear, the tail plug he’d have in his ass. I wished I could’ve watched him slide the plug inside, but I was going to have to be the one who did it since he’d just cost himself the use of his hands.
Then again… I wasn’t going to do everything for him, and he did need to let his hands breathe sometimes. No, I’d take them off to let him do his enemas and to make sure he was the one to seat that plug before I bound up his hands again.
I shivered, pressing against him and letting him feel my erection against his front through my jeans. “This is what you do to me,” I told him, the raw need in my voice surprising me. It had been so long since I’d touched anyone — since anyone had touched me, hideous as I was now.
My new pup had to be the exception to that. He had to be loyal, had to see me as his master instead of just some ugly, scarred bastard who was holding him captive. It would take time, but I had all the time I needed, whether I wanted to need it or not. I didn’t know how long it would take to flip his thinking, but I was determined to do it.
One day at a time, one step at a time, one humiliation at a time.
He couldn’t resist forever.
11
Ryder
No matter how much I’d expected him to touch me, nothing could’ve prepared me for it actually happening. I could feel the warmth of his hands on my skin, the way his strong fingers dug into me, and I had to fight not to squirm.
The mitts were freaking me out, but it was better — marginally — than having my hands held behind my back. I’d known he was larger than me on a practical level but feeling him up close had only driven home how much smaller I was. I didn’t like it. The discrepancy in our heights and weights made it that much easier for him to hold me captive.
Of course he wouldn’t have kidnapped someone who would’ve been able to overpower him.
Coward. I’d have liked to see him try to take on some of my friends.
But then, they weren’t what he wanted. He wanted me for reasons I couldn’t even start to understand.
