Page 33 of Clawed
“I’ll try.”Her furrowed brow revealed more confused tears.“I didn’t expect any of this.”
“I know, beautiful.”
Reaching for her, he stroked her jaw gently, amazed at how soft her skin was.It wasn’t only Hannah’s wonderful breasts and pussy he craved, but all the rest of her as well.She was the partner he’d been looking for all those years—a living, breathing fantasy.
Yanking her leash, he rose, directing her toward the nearest wall.The house’s original occupant had handily secured a hook on the wall above eye level, and securing the handle of her chain there meant he could be reassured Hannah wouldn’t be going anywhere.
“I’ll help you out this time.”Hoisting the chain higher, he attached the leather handle over the large hook, relishing the way she had to scramble closer to avoid the collar tightening at her neck.“That should stop you from being tempted to do anything silly.”
Technically, she could rise to her feet and unhook the handle herself, but meeting her eyes, he sensed that wouldn’t be a problem.
The glimmer of anxiety flashing in her intoxicating orbs assured him she was suitably terrified and would submit to his will—for the next few minutes, at least.If she was stupid enough to act when his back was turned, then he’d have no choice but to use the tiny remote control burning a hole in his pocket.His lips twisted at the tempting idea.He’d bet she wouldn’t appreciate those consequences if they came to pass.The leaflet with the dildo had promised only a ‘small shock’, but he suspected the concept of what was ‘small’ was arguable when electricity was emitted in such a sensitive place.
“Nowstay.”
He lifted his palm with the instruction, emphasizing the final word as though she was a sweet little puppy rather than a grown woman.She’d make a fine full-time pet, too, but for the time being, he wasn’t willing to replace her electric dildo with the soft, furry type of tail that would finish the look.
Hannah would just have to play his pet when he demanded it.
She’d have no choice.
Shifting onto all fours, her focus fell between her hands as he walked the short distance to the kitchen basin.Against all odds, the property still received water and electricity, which had made moving in an easy task.Deep down, he accepted it probably also meant the real owner wasn’t too far away—someone still paying the bills—but his recent triumphs made that gnawing reality easy to push away.
So what if the owner came calling?He’d cross that bridge when he found it, and the new locks he’d put into place would certainly help to keep them at bay.
Hannah’s here.
He had her where he wanted her.
Everything else was secondary to that glorious accomplishment.
Opening the lid, he filled the kettle, whistling happily to himself as he placed it back on the counter to boil.He glanced back, pleased to see his little girl was precisely where he’d left her.His balls tightened at the scintillating sight of her.She was like a sexy angel, an ethereal vision sent to enthrall him.For so long, he’d dreamed of that moment—of having her back in his custody and making her pay for what she’d done to him—a part of him almost couldn’t believe she was real.
“Are you hungry?”His tone was casual, as though he was asking an old friend to stay for a sandwich, not speaking to the woman he’d taken as his captive for a second time.
“I...”Her focus darted to him.“I don’t know, Mr.Lawes, sir.”
“You don’t know?”He folded his arms across his chest as the kettle came to a boil.“That doesn’t sound much like the Hannah I remember.”
She’d always been so hellbent on her views.Even when he hadn’t permitted her to communicate them, they’d been there, burning in her compelling eyes.
“You haven’t eaten for a long time.”Throwing a teabag into his cup, he spun to watch her response.She’d gone to the restaurant the night before, expecting to have a meal, but in the end, not a single morsel of food had passed her lips.He’ddone that to her.His actions had inadvertently denied her food.“You need to eat.”He smiled as he decided for her.“I’ll see what I can rustle up for you.”Pouring the boiling water over his teabag, he considered the options.
Given his reduced funds, menu choices were limited at the new address, but he could scramble an egg and fry a few rashers of bacon.With his little girl fed, she’d be ready to serve him properly.
“Thank you.”
Her voice sounded miniscule from the other side of the small room, and throwing a spoon into his cup, he walked slowly back to the table.Placing the cup down, he reached for the handle of her leash before he crashed back onto the uncomfortable dining chair.
“Very good, little girl.”Tugging her closer, she was forced to crawl in his direction until she was close enough for him to ruffle her silky tresses.“You passed that first test perfectly.”
He was pleased to see that she seemed to have finally stopped crying as he cradled her head by his thigh.
“We’re going to have a good time, you and me, little girl.”
A desperate mewl escaped her throat, though he couldn’t tell if she agreed with his sentiment.
Not that it matters.
