Page 9 of Keep My Secrets
Pulling all my clothes out of the boxes, I lay them on the bed so I can grab some hangers and put them away.
I open the closet door, hoping to find some, but hangers become way less important when I realize what is in this closet.
Laid out on the closet shelves are sex toys.
Lots of them.
Hanging on one of the walls are paddles and lots of leather. I’m not sure what a lot of these are, but I know what they are used for.
I walk further into the closet, and there are several shelves with neatly bound rope, cuffs, and even nipple clamps.
I pick up one that has four screws. Twisting one set and watching it tighten sends lightning to my core.
These are Theo’s. He has all this because it’s what he likes. He is going to want to use these on me. A brief moment of panic has me holding my breath, but even with the slight fear, my body fills with desire. Just thinking about Theo handcuffing me to the bed and using some of these on me has my nipples hard.
I run my fingers along the strips of leather that are attached to a handle, wetness pooling in my underwear.
I look back over to the shelf of vibrators, trying to decide which one to use to help relieve the pressure that built up in my core. Before I can grab one, my phone rings.
Shit! What time is it?
I rush out to my phone.
“Daddy. I’m sorry I—” I say, trying not to sound out of breath.
“Where are you?”
Chapter
Six
Theo
The living room is empty. It’s 9:05 and I’ve been staring at this security camera feed, and the living room is still empty.
Her location says she should be home, and I saw her enter the penthouse, but also saw several men follow, and I haven't seen her since they left. I give her a few more minutes before I call.
Garret and Eddie are talking logistics. How many targets, and how many Knights we would need.
“I need to make a call. Can we come back to this in a few?” My words are short. I need to go find out where Aria is and why she’s not where she’s supposed to be.
Garret looks at his watch before looking at Tatum.
“We should break for dinner, anyway. Meet back here at eleven?”
Eddie nods before looking back at me, trying to figure out why I am about to walk out of a planning session. We normally work through the night and eat or sleep when we’re done.
Once everyone has agreed to break, I walk out of the room and immediately hit call.
Eddie is a step behind me, trying to keep pace.
“What is going—” he starts asking, but Aria picks up.
“Daddy, I’m sorry I?—”
“Where are you?” I growl into the phone.
I look over my shoulder to Eddie mouthingDaddy?I guess he can hear Aria, even if she is not on speaker.
