He closed his eyes, letting the pleasure wash through him.
Fuck.
Finally, he stepped back and washed his body, his dick. He wanted to wash North, to take the other man into his arms and hug him tight.
But he knew that wouldn’t be well received.
North wasn’t a cuddly-feely guy.
They finished in the shower, then he got dressed in his boxers and pants. They were basically alone in the house; there would be a guard at each door and then more roaming the grounds.
But he didn’t allow them in the house.
This was their private space. The only other people in here regularly were Rex, their cook. And Mary, who came to clean once a week.
After giving North a quick smack on the ass and saying good night, he headed down the hall to his bedroom.
But this didn’t feel like it was over.
Not at all.
North broughtout his phone as soon as Jared left.
Fuck.
He had come close to telling Jared what was going on. That man knew how to push all of his buttons. He’d come closer than anyone had before to making North lose control.
And he’d been fucking tortured before. Waterboarded, sliced open, he’d experienced electrical shocks.
Nothing had brought him closer to cracking than Jared and his edict that North wasn’t to come.
How was he going to survive this?
At this point he wasn’t even sure why he was keeping her locked up, away from Jared.
Maybe he should just hand her over? But it didn’t feel right yet. He needed her to submit first. To know that she wasn’t going to run.
At least that’s what he told himself.
Christ. He lay back on the bed and held onto his shaft. His cock felt so hard and his balls were aching. He tapped the app for the cameras in her . . . apartment.
Okay, it was a basement dungeon.
And she was his prisoner.
Who was currently still awake and reading one of the books he’d left for her. What was she still doing awake at two in the morning? She looked exhausted.
And he hadn’t been lying before when he’d told her that she looked like a stiff wind might knock her over. Yet, the food he’d left her seemed to be untouched.
How had the sleeping pills worn off so quickly? He figured she’d be out all night.
He hit the button for the speaker without thought.
“What are you doing awake? And why haven’t you eaten?”
She seemed to jump, glancing around with a frown. And then she held up her hand, with the middle finger raised. She moved her hand around, probably to ensure that he got a good look at her reply. Then she lowered her hand and continued reading.
This brat.
