Page 88 of Watch Me
“Maybe another time.” I didn’t want to take any chances with Mini Reagan. If I was tied up and she tried to get away, I couldn’t trust Jack to stop her. I wasn’t going to give up my control. This was my game, and Jack was only myteammate.
“Okay, then what’s your plan?”
I started to get giddy, and my blood began to pump faster at the thought of my plan coming to fruition. “Usually I give them wood plaques with their names on them. Reagan already has hers and, well, I don’t know her name.” I pointed to ourcaptive.
He walked up to Mini Reagan and peeled the silver tape off her mouth. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Fuck. You,” she gritted out with asnarl.
I grinned. “Feisty. I like it.”
“Feisty women taste the best,” Jack stated and smirked atme.
“Do you mean me?”
“I do. We haven’t tried you being tied up. What if we tie you up first and let…” Jack paused and turned to Mini Reagan. “What’s your name?”
“Fuck. You,” sherepeated.
He leaned down and whispered into her ear. I couldn’t hear what was said, but then he leaned back up and asked again for a third time, “What’s your name?”
She stared up into his dark eyes and then finally replied, “Maddison.”
“What did you say to her?” Iquestioned.
“I told her that if she didn’t want a painful death, she’d tell us her fucking name.”
I beamed. “You really are perfect for me.”
“I agree. Now, let’s make this a night we’ll never forget.” Jack picked Maddison up, the chair andall.
“We’re going back to my bedroom?”
“Or the living room. Make her watch me fuck you,” heproposed.
“I’ve never had anyone watch me before. I’ve been the one to watch them. Or to watchher.”
“Her?” He tilted his head toward Maddison as though to ask if I meanther.
I shook my head and smiled. “No, no one. Let’s go.”
“Please don’t hurt me,” Maddisonpleaded.
I reached up and put the tape back over her lips. “When I watch, they can’t hear me. It’s better if she can’t speak.”
“I agree.” Jack motioned with his head for me to start walking up the stairs. I knew he was strong, but now it was confirmed as I stared at him as he held Maddison awkwardly still strapped to thechair.
When I got to the top of the stairs, I turned to see that Jack was still at the bottom. “What are you doing?”
“I had to set her down and adjust. She’s heavy.”
I chuckled. “You’re telling me. I had to get her from the car and down to the basement.”
“And how did you do that?” He started to walk up the stairs with Maddison in his armsagain.
“A wheelbarrow until I got here, and then I dragged her as I walked backward down the stairs.”
Jack grinned. “Smart.”
