Page 61 of Clawed
“Wait there,” he instructed, no longer able to look at her soft curves.
She was too good a distraction, and he needed to know what had woken him.Wandering to the bedroom window, he looked out at the backyard.Nothing obvious caught his eye.The same old, overgrown garden was sprawled over what was once probably a neat little lawn, the same wild flowers dominating the space they’d made their own.
He was just about to relax and wander to the front of the house when he caught sight of someone moving between the weeds.His heart raced as he looked closer, his jaw tensing at what he found.The suspect was a balding man who was reaching for his phone as he stalked a path toward the back gate.He’d come from the back door.
“Is everything okay, sir?”Hannah sounded nervous as he turned to hush her.
“Shhh.”
He placed his index finger on his lips as his attention flitted back to the window.The stranger was nowhere to be seen and had probably made his way back to the front of the house.
He’s gone.
The thought was pleasing, but its hopeful tone was tainted by the knowledge someonehadbeen there, and he didn’t need to be a detective to work out who.The house he’d borrowed belonged to someone, and he’d known when he’d forced his way into the place that sooner or later the owner would come calling.
Lawes had no way of knowing whether the prick he’d seen was the owner or only a friend or advocate, but the net result amounted to the same thing.The house was no longer ‘abandoned’, and whoever had just paid them a visit would likely have just figured out that he’d changed the locks.
How long would it be before they came back with the police and knocked down the fucking door?
Apprehension knotted in his gut at that thought.Whatever happened, he couldn’t get caught again.Not only had he served enough prison time, but he wouldn’t risk losing Hannah again.Things had been different between them since he’d brought her to the house by the sea, the fact he hadn’t had to chain her to the bed proving the point for him.
Buoyed, he glanced around at the woman who’d made it all possible, tensing reflexively when he noticed where her attention had been drawn.She was still sitting in the covers he’d bought for them, but every fiber of her seemed focused on the door leading to the hall.
“I really wouldn’t, if I were you.”He hoped that, having stayed by his side while they slept, she wouldn’t be foolish enough to run for it at that moment.
“I’m not, Mr.Lawes, sir.”She fidgeted on the covers.“I just need to use the facilities again.”
“Right.”He wanted to roll his eyes at her sudden demand.
She must think he was born yesterday if he was going to fall for that old line, but two could play that game.If she wanted the bathroom, then he’d enjoy playing along.After the recent abrupt wake-up, he could use the diversion.Their visitor’s call would need to be addressed, but not immediately.Since his release, he’d come to realize the country’s public services were on their knees.Even if the balding idiot called the police, there were no officers available to leap at his request.
He and Hannah had time.
“Then you’ll need this back on.”
He smiled as he strode to his bedside counter and collected her collar and leash.The look on her face as he approached was sublime.Her expression was caught somewhere between horny, horrified, and resigned, but she could drop the act with Lawes.
He already knew her too well.She adored the things that reduced her sweet little pussy to the wet mess he’d enjoyed earlier.
“Ready for your collar?”
“Yes, Mr.Lawes, sir.”
Her hitched breaths sent fire to his blood as, lifting her hair, he slid the leather around her delicate neck.A precarious and damn near imperceptible balance had been created between them.It was early days for him to make assumptions about what that might mean, but so far, it appeared to have bought her compliance in exchange for her pleasure, and taking his little girl to the stars was barely a hardship as far as he was concerned.
“On your knees now.Follow me.”
He clicked his fingers, enthralled as the woman he’d spent months plotting against slipped from the sheets and fell to her hands and knees.Whatever the fragile chemistry was, he wanted to nurture the burgeoning feelings and thank whatever god had allowed him such good fortune.For so long, he’d dreamed of enacting his vengeance, of pinning her down and taking whatever he wanted, but having her with him had turned out to be something else entirely.
She was more obedient than before.He hesitated at his conclusion, recalling the wildcat who’d thrown all sorts of abuse his way when he’d gagged her, but since then, she’d been more or less biddable.Glancing behind him, his balls twitched with excitement.She looked fabulous on the floor, her hands and knees responding to the gentle tugs he produced at her collar, but how far could he trust the seemingly well-trained submissive at his feet?
Leading her along the narrow hallway and into the bathroom, he resolved to take her at face value for the time being.Let them relish the remaining time they had in the queer little house.Being forced to take her from there would be a wrench.Lawes had little provisions to provide new accommodation, which would probably mean taking his little girl on the run—a far from ideal and totally unsustainable outcome.
Leaning down, he ruffled her hair.“Good girl.You’re quite the little pet.Up on the toilet now.”
Lifting the lid, he signaled for her to rise and use the facilities.Securing the end of her leash to the tub’s faucet, he resisted the urge to stand there and watch her perform.She’d despise that, and possibly, his presence would deter her from her aim, but he imagined how undeniably sweet her humiliating struggle would be.
“I’ll wait by the door.Don’t be too long.”
