“I don’t know if I’m—”
I pull my face away from hers. “You’re clean, too. They tested you when you went to the hospital over a month ago.”
Her brow draws in, and a frown plays on her lips. “And just how do you know that?”
I shrug, too far past expert stalker level to care. “I hacked your medical files.”
“Of course you did.” She huffs, but she’s either exhausted or doesn’t really care because she’s still plastered against me. Either way is fine for me because I love the warmth of her skin against mine.
“You need to get some rest.”
“Mhmm,” she agrees and snuggles deeper in my arms.
“Fuck, I wish I could take you upstairs,” I tell her as I stand and walk back toward the cage.
“What are you doing?” She’s questioning me, but she doesn’t fight me when I open the door and urge her to get back inside.
I don’t answer until the lock is back in place.
“You faked your orgasm,” I remind her as I bend to scoop up my clothes and begin to dress.
“I fucking did not!”
“Not today. No, today you came like a fucking goddess on my dick.” Her cheeks pink and fuck me if I don’t want to pull her out and take her again. “Last time at your apartment. You faked it.”
Her jaw snaps closed.
“You need to learn to ask for what you need.” Her arms cross over her chest. The crate is barely tall enough for her to sit Indian style. “Or at least not fake it when I’m inside of you.”
She doesn’t argue with me, merely huffs several more times as I take a seat in the single chair in the basement and pull my phone out.
“I need a shower. I don’t think staying in this cage with cum dripping out of me is a good idea.”
“I think my cum inside of you is the best idea ever,” I counter. “Just the thought of it being there makes my dick hard all over again.”
“We should fuck again then.”
I don’t pull my eyes away from my phone. “Doesn’t seem like much of a punishment for faking it.”
“You can slap my tits some more.”
“Also not much of a punishment.”
“I want you inside of me,” she purrs.
The shifting of her weight in the cage draws my attention, but I do my best to look disinterested when my eyes find hers. “I’m already inside of you.”
Her eyes narrow at the reminder.
“Take me upstairs and let me clean your wounds.”
The offer is tempting. The thought of her small hands running soap over the superficial slices on my abdomen also makes my cock kick in my jeans.
I’m seconds away from giving in when my cell phone chimes a text.
Virus: We need to talk
TJ: Later
Virus: I have more info on that chick
TJ: Be right there
“I’m hungry.” Her attempt at vulnerability doesn’t affect me.
“I’ll get you something to eat.”
“I need coke.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I need liquor.”
“You don’t need that either.”
“Where are you going?” Kaci cries when I stand and walk toward the stairs.
“I’ll be back. Think of how much of a bad girl you’ve been, and we’ll discuss it when I get back.”
“I’m going to cut your fucking heart out if you leave me down here again.”
I turn back, basking in the joy of her smile when she thinks I’m going to release her.
“I can’t fucking wait,” I tell her right before pulling the string on the light and walking away.
“TJ! How long am I going to be down here?” she asks when I’m halfway up the stairs.
I don’t turn back in her direction. “I’ll send someone down with something to eat.”
She’s still calling me every curse word in the book when I close the basement door.
“I hear you’ve got a pet.” Xena nudges my shoulder with hers as I step into the hallway. “When do we get to play with her?”
Before, the thought of anyone touching Kaci made me see red, but I don’t immediately toss out the idea of Xena and maybe some of the other girls playing with her. Quick images conjured of Xena getting a taste of just how sweet Kaci’s pussy is makes me want to grab her and get right to it, but I have other things to take care of first.
“Grab her something to eat,” I tell Xena as I walk past.
“Of course,” she responds, and the eagerness in her voice stops me in my tracks.
I turn back before she wipes the wicked smile from her pink lips. “Touch her pussy without my permission, and you’ll never get to play with her again.”
“Sure thing,” she agrees. “I’m a patient girl.”
We part ways, Xena heading into the kitchen as I make my way to Hornet and Virus’s office. My concern increases when I walk in, and Virus makes eye contact immediately. Normally I’d have to wait for him to beat the level he’s playing on whatever game is interesting him at the time.