I wanted to snap at him that he’d thought of everything else, so why couldn’t he figure that out?
He clued in before I could say anything, the smoldering anger fading from his eyes. “Oh. I put down a soft set of mats out in the basement where we’ll be working. You’ll be fine.”
Finenever meant fine.
Andworking? What the fuck was that supposed to mean?
“You need exercise,” he said, as though that was supposed to sound anything but ominous.
“Yeah, so let me walk around a little bit again,” I countered. “Or I could go running outside. That would totally count as exercise.”
“With your balls swinging in the wind?” he asked, quirking a brow at me. A smile tugged at his lips. “I’m not planning on giving you gym clothes.”
Of course he wasn’t.
But if it meant getting away from that psycho, yeah, I would totally run around naked. I’d catch a cop’s eye fast enough, and I could get them back here to arrest this freak.
I might get arrested in the meantime, but I’d rather be in the most fashionable prison garb than dressed up in this fancy leather getup.
“Yeah, whatever,” I mumbled.
He smiled. “Good boy.”
“Oh, shove it,” I muttered.
“What was that?” he asked, a little bit of that dangerous quality seeping back into his voice.
“Nothing important,” I lied.
He didn’t believe me, but he let it go.
He pulled something out of his pocket, and it took me amoment to recognize it as a leash. I groaned, not liking the idea of this at all, and I shook my head.
Ignoring me, he snapped the leash into place toward the front of the harness, nearest the top of my spine, and tugged.
I stayed put. He hadn’t attached it to the collar around my neck, so he could drag me around like a dead body if he wanted me to move. That was the only way I was going anywhere.
He sighed and looked at me. “I have choke collars and shock collars,” he said softly. “I was being nice by hooking this to your harness. Do I need to go get one of those instead?”
I blanched. “You wouldn’t.”
He gave me the look people give everyone who pulls on a door that clearly says “push.”
“You would,” I concluded with a sigh. “But come on, dude. We don’t have to be like this.”
“Master,” he corrected me.
I didn’t like that he was starting to come back around to that again. “Whatever.”
“Say it.”
“Oh, comeon,” I whined. “Do we really have to do this now?”
“Shock collar’s going to be my first choice,” he said mildly. “I even made sure I had the right kind of batteries.”
“You’re a sadistic bastard,” I informed him, just in case he wasn’t already aware of that fact.
“Master,” he prompted.
