sweatpants. “Not sure if they’ll fit, but it’s at least something until you can get on your feet again.”
She nodded and offered a smile to show compliance. He fell for it, smiling back at her. Her heart stopped at the gesture. She didn’t know why the man didn’t smile more often. The expression lit up his whole countenance.
Starting at her feet, he untied them first. As carefully as he could, he removed the tape from her ankles. She didn’t know which hurt her more, having him rip off the tape in one quick but painful motion, or having him take his time like now and tugging on her skin ever so slowly.
“Sorry,” he said as he gazed into her eyes.
The connection proved too intense for her. Again, she averted her gaze. Dak had to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Although in the short period of time that he’d had her she already felt the desire to listen and obey him, a sign of a powerful Dom if she ever saw one. She knew she would have to run.
Dak unhooked one wrist from the cuff. The other hand, he just removed the cuff from the post, but left the handcuff dangling from her wrist. She guessed he planned on handcuffing her again before getting her in the bathtub.
When he stood, she curved her legs over the bed while keeping the blanket around her body.
“The towel, please.” She extended her hand to him.
Like a gentleman, uncharacteristic of what she had been used to with Master Blade, Dak turned his head while holding up the towel for her.
She stood, scanned the room while Dak had his back to her, and spied the only thing near her grasp, a lamp. She wrapped her fingers around the neck of it just as Dak returned his attention to her.
“Are you going to take the towel, or do you want me to wrap you in it?”
She lifted the lamp, pulling its plug from the wall socket and cloaking them both in darkness, and smashed it over Dak’s head, shattering it into small pieces.
She couldn’t see him go down, but she felt him slide down her body and land at her feet. With careful steps, she hopped over his head and felt around in the darkness for the clothes he’d placed on top of the dresser. Finding the shirt and pants, she snatched them and ran toward the front door, dressing as best she could along the way.
By the front door sat a pair of heavy and huge work boots. They would have to do for footwear. She slipped her naked feet inside of them. At the sound of a loud groan right behind her, she nearly leaped out of the oversize footwear.
Behind her Dak held himself up against the wall. Streams of blood trickled down his face.
“Get…back…here.” His once booming voice had been diminished down to almost a whisper. Now he panted and mumbled.
Not wanting to receive his punishment, she ran out of the house. Down the dark country road, she had no idea of her destination. She knew she had to get away from Dak and find her way back home, back to Master Blade.
Chapter Four
Run. Run. To where, This Slave had no idea. She flopped along the darkened roadside. As she panted, she saw her breath in the chilly nighttime air. Just seeing some form of evidence that showed signs of her life, her existence, renewed her spirit.
She took in a deep breath and caught Dak’s woody, yet musky, scent. Smelling him made her feel like he existed somewhere around her. Impossible. She’d hit him hard enough with the lamp to delay him. She hadn’t expected him to get up so quickly.
This Slave tripped in the clunky boots. When she held her hands out to keep from plummeting to the ground, the handcuff that remained wrapped around her wrist swung forward.
After righting herself, she held onto the free end of the handcuff. If she sought help, it wouldn’t do to have a handcuff bound to her wrist. People might get the impression that she’d just escaped from jail or a mental institution.
A set of headlights illuminated the barren street from behind her. Her stomach twitched when she thought Dak could be
She nodded and offered a smile to show compliance. He fell for it, smiling back at her. Her heart stopped at the gesture. She didn’t know why the man didn’t smile more often. The expression lit up his whole countenance.
Starting at her feet, he untied them first. As carefully as he could, he removed the tape from her ankles. She didn’t know which hurt her more, having him rip off the tape in one quick but painful motion, or having him take his time like now and tugging on her skin ever so slowly.
“Sorry,” he said as he gazed into her eyes.
The connection proved too intense for her. Again, she averted her gaze. Dak had to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Although in the short period of time that he’d had her she already felt the desire to listen and obey him, a sign of a powerful Dom if she ever saw one. She knew she would have to run.
Dak unhooked one wrist from the cuff. The other hand, he just removed the cuff from the post, but left the handcuff dangling from her wrist. She guessed he planned on handcuffing her again before getting her in the bathtub.
When he stood, she curved her legs over the bed while keeping the blanket around her body.
“The towel, please.” She extended her hand to him.
Like a gentleman, uncharacteristic of what she had been used to with Master Blade, Dak turned his head while holding up the towel for her.
She stood, scanned the room while Dak had his back to her, and spied the only thing near her grasp, a lamp. She wrapped her fingers around the neck of it just as Dak returned his attention to her.
“Are you going to take the towel, or do you want me to wrap you in it?”
She lifted the lamp, pulling its plug from the wall socket and cloaking them both in darkness, and smashed it over Dak’s head, shattering it into small pieces.
She couldn’t see him go down, but she felt him slide down her body and land at her feet. With careful steps, she hopped over his head and felt around in the darkness for the clothes he’d placed on top of the dresser. Finding the shirt and pants, she snatched them and ran toward the front door, dressing as best she could along the way.
By the front door sat a pair of heavy and huge work boots. They would have to do for footwear. She slipped her naked feet inside of them. At the sound of a loud groan right behind her, she nearly leaped out of the oversize footwear.
Behind her Dak held himself up against the wall. Streams of blood trickled down his face.
“Get…back…here.” His once booming voice had been diminished down to almost a whisper. Now he panted and mumbled.
Not wanting to receive his punishment, she ran out of the house. Down the dark country road, she had no idea of her destination. She knew she had to get away from Dak and find her way back home, back to Master Blade.
Chapter Four
Run. Run. To where, This Slave had no idea. She flopped along the darkened roadside. As she panted, she saw her breath in the chilly nighttime air. Just seeing some form of evidence that showed signs of her life, her existence, renewed her spirit.
She took in a deep breath and caught Dak’s woody, yet musky, scent. Smelling him made her feel like he existed somewhere around her. Impossible. She’d hit him hard enough with the lamp to delay him. She hadn’t expected him to get up so quickly.
This Slave tripped in the clunky boots. When she held her hands out to keep from plummeting to the ground, the handcuff that remained wrapped around her wrist swung forward.
After righting herself, she held onto the free end of the handcuff. If she sought help, it wouldn’t do to have a handcuff bound to her wrist. People might get the impression that she’d just escaped from jail or a mental institution.
A set of headlights illuminated the barren street from behind her. Her stomach twitched when she thought Dak could be
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