Page 27

Two days later

I t’s been days since Alex announced her new rules. Kieran has shared his plan with me. The plan to play along with Alex’s little game of master and slaves. He is angry but suspects that if we just do whatever she wants, she’ll become complacent and let her guard down around us.

Oh, I don’t fucking think so.

I will not submit to her. She’s a scorned little Dove playing with forces beyond her capabilities. She does not have what it takes to make me submit to her. There’s a clear hierarchy in our…relationship.

Our little Dove will not and cannot dethrone me. If she wants to play, oh Darlin’, we’ll fucking play. The sound of the lock echoes in the basement, the door opening and closing before her footsteps grow louder.

Making it down to the basement, I unchain Kieran first and take him to the restroom to get him ready for his shower. He’s been extremely obedient despite the fire in his eyes lately.

Good boy.

I allow him to take his shower unattended while I set the table, making sure breakfast is ready by the time I check up on Kieran.

I make sure he’s dressed before I chain him to one of the chairs and grab Fintan, my disobedient pet.

Walking him to the shower, he starts to resist, and I activate both collars, a higher voltage this time making them double over.

“Punishments are shared, pet. Now, you may want to apologize to your buddy over there,” I hiss at him, looking back at Kieran who sits at the table practically vibrating with fury.

Fintan stays silent so I shove him into the bathroom and turn on the water. An idea comes to mind as I stand in the already steaming room. My frustration is at an all-time high as Fintan still refuses to obey my instructions.

Perhaps I need a different approach with him. He clearly doesn’t mind pain or physical discomfort.

I shut the door and wait for Fintan to turn and look at me before I start taking off my clothes. One item at a time. Slowly.

“What are you doing?” Fintan asks, his eyes following my every move.

“Taking a shower. Arms up,” I say, trying to keep the rapid beat of my heart under control.

Fintan raises his arms, confused but suddenly showing more compliance than usual. His muscles tense as I remove his cuffs and step closer to him, our bodies brushing against each other.

The heat from the shower envelops us both as I reach up with my key to unlock the collar around Fintan’s throat.

“Consider this your incentive to obey me, since physical punishment clearly doesn’t work.

Do anything to me, and the recording of you getting railed by Kieran gets sent to Hush.

Your faces are clear and visible on my video, which I assume is a big no-no for them. ”

“You wouldn’t fucking dare!” he growls.

“I won’t; if you do as you’re told. All you need to do is submit, pet.” He stands silent once again, save for his heavy breathing as he tries to control his obvious rage.

“I set up a timer, so as long as I make it out of the basement unharmed before it runs out, our little movie is safe and sound,” I lie with a cocky, yet reassuring smile despite the small pang of guilt fluttering in my stomach.

I place the collar on the vanity before lowering the temperature of the shower. Stepping under the water, I let it wash over me while keeping an eye on Fintan. He’s hesitant at first but eventually follows suit, his eyes wary yet curious as he watches my every move.

I love how, even when they are angry and probably hate me, they still trust what I tell them. Fintan underestimates my willingness to lie and manipulate if it means I get the outcome I want.

Guiding him to stand in front of me, I let him face the tiled wall while I grab the bottle of body wash and soap up my hands, reaching out to touch him lightly on his scarred shoulder blades before starting to work up a lather.

His skin is warm under my fingertips as they glide across his back in slow circles. The scent of his sweat mixes with the minty freshness of the soap; it’s intoxicating and addictive.

He flinches every time I glide my hands over his scars. “Tell me about them,” I say as I continue to wash him. He puts an arm up against the wall and bows his head, letting the warm water run through his hair and only lets out an uncomfortable groan.

I glide down his spine, tracing every ridge and muscle until I reach his lower back where I gently squeeze, feeling how tense he is under my touch.

Stepping around him so we are face to face, I make sure he can’t hide. “Relax,” I whisper while running my hands through his wet hair, massaging his scalp. Despite his reluctance, he leans into my touch; it’s almost involuntary how much he craves comfort.

What happened to him? Kieran also has scars. Why am I suddenly feeling remorseful?

“Tell me about your scars, Fintan,” I prod, taking his face in my hands and forcing him to look me in the eyes.

“Why the fuck do you care?” he spits, pulling his face from my hands. His demeanor is angry and vulnerable, but his cock twitches all the same.

“Both of you have them and you covered it in art. You have scarification and Kieran is covered in tattoos. I want to know,” I say as I stand my ground. “It’s beautiful…” I trail off as I let my fingers trace the intricate scarred design on his chest.

I want to know more about them. I couldn’t really find much background on either of them, but I am certain they are using fake names even though they have identification stating the names they gave me are real.

“I don’t want your fucking pity,” Fintan mutters, his voice hoarse with emotion and frustration.

“This isn’t about pity, Fintan. It’s about understanding,” I reply softly, feeling my hatred for my captors slip away little by little.

He lets out a heavy breath, his body is tense against mine as he moves me until my back is against the shower wall, standing directly underneath the hot water. “You don’t understand anything,” he says, his tone a mix of defiance and vulnerability.

“Then help me understand,” I urge, my voice soft yet insistent.

“No!” he growls, clearly agitated so I do the one thing I know is a terrible idea, but it is the only thing I can think of in this moment that will shift his demeanor.

I hope .

I curse myself for removing his collar. This can go wrong at any second.

Reluctantly, I reach between us and start stroking his semi-hard cock. The piercings—a delicious reminder of the night that shattered my sanity.

He lets out a dark groan as he eyes me with hunger in his golden gaze. “Will you tell me while you fuck me,” I breathe under the hot torrent of water.

“You’re playing with fire, little Dove,” he warns in a menacing tone. “I don’t burn easily,” I retort matter-of-factly, my eyes not daring to leave his as I pick up the pace.

As if a switch has been flipped, he grabs my waist, lifting me up against the smooth tiles. I wrap my legs around him, feeling his hardness press against my entrance. The sensation sends electricity coursing through my body.

Our bodies connect with a force that sends shockwaves through the small space. I let out a loud gasp and I arch my back against the tiles as he fills me fully with one hard thrust.

He gave me no warning, and the feeling of his piercings are nearly too much. Pain radiates though me, causing tears to well in my widened eyes.

Fintan’s lips find mine in a punishing kiss, his tongue seeking entrance as his hands grip my sides, bruising me with need. I pull away, gasping for air.

“Tell me,” I manage, my voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me who gave you those scars. Who did this to you?”

He grunts in frustration and starts moving again. “Why would I tell you? I don’t owe you a fucking answer,” he hisses, his hips pounding harder into me.

“I disagree! You owe me a lot of answers since you’ve contributed to scars I have. You’re not hiding behind your mask this time. I want to know you. I want to know why my pets hide their scars.”

Tears roll freely down my cheeks as I try to adjust to the pain of his harsh thrusts, and I am thankful he can’t see them under the shower. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

There’s a pause, as if Fintan is weighing my words. The water continues to cascade over us, turning the room into a steamy cage.

“I’m not your fucking pet,” he growls, the silent vulnerability snuffed out in an instant as he thrusts hard enough to make me wince. “No one will ever own me!”

His words hit me like a punch in the gut, and I feel a surge of emotions rising within me.

I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as he fucks me.

“Funny. You tried to claim me, Master . What makes you think you can do to me what you clearly despise? I’ll ask again. Who did this to you?”

The water starts running cold, but he does not relent. He is hurting me, but I embrace the pain as it seems to be the only way to get him to lower his defenses. While he hasn’t offered me a direct answer to my question, he is giving me plenty to work with.

“Thank you,” I whisper as he ruthlessly fucks me against the wall. My words catching him off guard as his thrusts falter. “For what?” he growls.

“You are giving back what you took from me,” I say looking him in his emotion-filled eyes while painful tears still slip from mine from his vicious movements.

The pain starts to morph into pleasure as his movements turn slower but deeper. “Fuck, it hurts so good. Make me come, pet.”

“Fuuuck…” he slows his pace as I feel the tension in his muscles relax slightly, morphing from pent-up anger into lust.

“Make me bleed,” I moan as he coaxes my first orgasm out of me. His piercings added to the pain earlier but now they intensify the pleasure. I haven’t slept with anyone since the night they took me.

God, I fucking missed this. What is wrong with me? This was supposed to be my revenge.

The mention of blood sends him over the edge, and he groans loudly, his cock twitching inside me as he finds his release and makes me come again.

If I give them both more freedom, maybe they’ll be more willing to obey me without all this push-back.

I can hear them in the bathroom. What the fuck? My dick is so uncomfortably hard that I could scream in frustration.

The door opens moments later, and they emerge, steam following them out as they approach the table with wet hair. Eying them, I shift in my seat and notice Fintan is not restrained nor is he wearing his collar.

Alex flashes me a warning grin and leans down beside me to remove my cuffs. I give Fintan a questioning look while remaining still. He offers me a small smile, but it vanishes in an instant.

She undoes the collar next and drops it to the table between us and I instinctively move my hands to hide my raging hard-on under the table. “I have decided to allow you to move around the basement—under supervision, of course,” she says, glancing up at one of the cameras.

I look at Alex as she takes a seat. Her lips tilt into a smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. It’s unnerving after hearing what clearly happened in that shower, but the fact that Fintan looks baffled is making warning bells go off in my head.

She prepared a large plate of peanut butter sandwiches for us to share today. I am fucking starving.

I glare at Fintan as Alex takes a bite of her sandwich, silently asking him what the hell is going on. “Something you want to ask, pet?” she asks before taking another bite.

“What happened in the shower?” I ask, clearing my throat in an attempt to ease the bitterness bubbling in the pit of my stomach.

Am I…jealous? Fuck no! I’m angry that Fintan had the upper hand in there and didn’t do anything to get us out of this goddamn basement.

He fucked her. Maybe I am jealous.

No. Who would I be jealous of? This is too much. Too fucking complicated.

She swallows the food and clears her throat. “We fucked and Fintan opened up about the scars you share,” she says without making eye contact with either of us, but I don’t miss the slight hitch in her voice as she sniffles.

Fintan stares at her with wide eyes before looking at me. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I growl.

“Kai…” he starts, but I cut him off before he has a chance to explain himself. “You fucked her? What did you tell her?”

“Nothing! I didn’t tell her anything, Kieran,” he says. “Sure,” I rush out, sarcasm dripping from the word as I grab a few sandwiches and head over to what I’ve come to know as “my spot.”

“Don’t fight, pets. I’ll leave you two to make up, but remember the rules,” Alex announces as she moves her chair back, letting it scrape against the concrete floor before straightening and heading upstairs without another word.