“Those are to heighten your experience.”
She lifts a small bottle of elixir, reads the label, then returns it to the shelf.
Turning, she faces my arsenal. “And… this?”
“Those are my weapons.”
“That you use,” she says as if processing, as if trying to understand how I work and what I do. She’s heard more about me than I ever planned on telling her at once, but I don’t regret it. My only regret is that she didn’t askme.
“Of course.”
Turning to face me, I wonder if she’s forgotten she’s naked. “So you use these?”
“Yes, when necessary.”
“Well.” She swallows and looks at the lockbox. “Can I open it?”
I nod. I’ve got tools and accessories to wipe prints and a full arsenal of ways to erase her identity if we ever needed to.
I’ll do everything in my power to make sure we don’t need to.
“The lock code is fourteen-ten.”
She gives me a curious look. “October fourteenth?”
I nod. “The day my father died.”
I don’t ever want to forget what happened. It fuels me, to make me a better man.
I watch as her delicate fingers input the code and slide the lock open. The box is about the size of a small trunk, the boot of a car. Gingerly she removes one of the weapons, then another, eying them each in turn.
“I’ve never held a gun before,” she whispers.
“How does it feel?”
I wonder if she’ll drop it. Does she fear the use of a weapon?
Her voice is a low hum when she replies in a heated whisper, “I love it. It feels like it belongs here. I like the heft of it in my palm.” Turning to me, her eyes grow heated as she begs me, “Teach me to use it, Thayer?”
I swear my dick gets harder just at the thought. “Teach you how to shoot? Of course. I promise you two things, love. First, you’ll know how to shoot in no time because I’ll personally teach you. Second, I’ll make sure you never have to.”
She places the weapon back into the box with care.
“Good girl,” I approve. “Always treat a weapon as if it were loaded.”
“Oh my God, I can’t imagine how good this will be for my writing,” she muses. “If I can describe—eeek!”
I come up behind her and lift her straight off the floor. I haven’t forgotten why I brought her here, and I’m going to make damn sure she doesn’t forget either.
“Now, let’s explore the other side of the room. The side you know you’re dying to get into.”
“That scary wall with tools I know you’re going to use on me? That wooden horse thing? The torture devices?”
I swallow hard while I crave her. “Yes. I want you to pick something out we’ll use later. I have a job to do and some questions I need answering. I don’t want you to witness what I have to do. I’ve got plenty of places for you to go to entertain yourself and stay out of trouble until I return.”
“Are you sure about that?” she asks with a saucy toss of her head.
“Positive. Now go, before I change my mind.”
