He wanted her to want him.
“I followed all the rules,” she cajoled.
“Following the rules doesn’t always get you what you want.”
“No, but being persistent sometimes does.” She stroked his knee. “You seem to be trying to get me to take control of my life. To go after what I want. Why don’t you choose to encourage me by giving me this?”
“And what is it you want?”
“For you to answer a question.”
“What I’m afraid of?”
She shrugged. “If you don’t like that one, how about just why you’re riding around the island on your own?”
He watched her, then finally sighed. “I like solitude.”
“That’s not a proper answer. I like to run, but that’s not why I was running from Rip.”
The name caught him off guard, but years of learning how to hide his reactions kept his face deadpan. But he knew Rip. At least, he knew of him. And judging from the situation, he knew a lot more about him than this woman did, even though she’d had a relationship with him.
“It’s complicated,” he said.
“It’s always complicated.
He sighed. “I need time by myself to think.”
She rested her chin on her hand and gazed at him. “You’re struggling with a big issue, I take it.”
He shrugged. “It would change everything about who I am.”
She stared at him for a moment, considering. “Do you like who you are?”
He frowned. “Not who I’ve become.” Her eyebrow arched. “So are you more afraid of staying who you are, or changing?”
Anger flared through him.
“Fuck, you are the nosiest woman I’ve ever met.
* * *
Before Marissa knew what was happening, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the sink. He grabbed the penis gag, which she’d deposited on a paper towel on the counter before returning to the table, rinsed it under running water, then shoved the wet cock into her mouth and strapped it on. The next thing she knew, he dragged her through the basement door, down the stairs, and continued into the cell at the end of the hall.
He tugged her across the small space and pushed her against the cold bricks, then shackled her to the wall. She watched his back as he left the cell and closed the door.
This time he locked it.
* * *
When Killer walked back into the kitchen and stared at the dirty dishes that still sat on the counter, his mind wandered back to Marissa standing at the sink with that dildo in her mouth making it buzz and flash with the excitement of a sex starved teenage boy getting a blow job for the first time. Killer had continued to read his book, or at least appear as if he was doing so, despite the wild surge of arousal at imagining her determined mouth around his own cock.
Now she stood in that cell downstairs, chained to the wall and locked in. As if he thought she might slip from the entirely secure chains and escape to the wild.
He strode to the desk in the living room and flicked on the app on the desktop computer that allowed him to view the camera outputs. He selected the dungeon and chose the camera that showed Marissa against the wall, her arms extended upward and chained to the wall.
She didn’t really deserve that. But then again, as he’d pointed out, life wasn’t always fair.
He settled into the desk chair to watch her. Leaving her down there for a while might dissuade her from badgering him in the future. If they were going to spend the next few days together, he didn’t want her nosing around in his business.
The next few days? Why did he think she’d stay that long? Was he going to keep her here against her will?
He glanced at the chains holding her arms against the wall.
He didn’t seem to need to. She seemed disinclined to go back to the resort. He kept expecting her to ask him to take her back—had even asked her if she wanted him to—but she didn’t.
But that could all change. If he pushed her too far.
Just how far would that be, he wondered.
A buzzing drew his attention back to the image of her face on the screen.
His cock immediately tightened at the sight of the blue lights dancing across the leather strap in an excited fashion.
Damn it, she was making it come again, her eyes fixed right on the camera.
God damn it. She knew he was watching. He wouldn’t leave her locked up and unattended, and she probably knew that. He certainly didn’t intend to sit here watching her make that thing come over and over again, while his own cock ached for her attention.
He shot across the room and raced down to the dungeon, then glared at her, the cock in her mouth flashing green lights. He grabbed the strap holding the thing on her and pulled it over her head, then tugged it from her mouth. The vibration of it in near climax shuddered through him, making his cock swell. The flashing lights died as it hung from his hand.