Chapter 18
eighteen
. . .
Jordana
Silence wrapped me as I reached Birchwood Drive, my heart still thumping from the twenty-minute jog. I slowed, hugging the line of darkened houses.
Halloween decorations, ghosts and skeletons, fluttered on porches in front of closed curtains. Streetlamps flickered through fog, lighting the deserted park on the opposite side. Swings swayed in the wind.
I tugged my cheetah coat tighter. Gavin had sent me to a quiet back road, far from campus.
When a car rumbled by, I jumped. It wasn’t Gavin’s black sedan; it was a red SUV.
Had I timed this right? What if Gavin didn’t come for a while? What if I was stuck pacing Birchwood Drive in my fake fur coat and holey leggings until someone called the cops on me for loitering?
At the dead end, I turned toward the park.
Tires crunched on the asphalt behind me. A black sedan slowed at my side, and the passenger window rolled down.
Gavin leaned his bare, inked arm across the seat. Despite the chill, he wore only a loose tank top with sweatpants. His camera hung around his neck.
“Kitten.” His voice was soft. “What are you doing here?”
His face stayed shadowed — cheekbones cut like glass, jaw dark and bristly. Tousled brown hair fell over his forehead, eyes glinting amber.
“I… I wanted to go for a walk.” I shoved my hands into my pockets.
“Alone? Wearing that?” His head tipped toward my coat and leggings. “Tell the truth. After all we’ve done, you wanted to roam.”
My hands felt clammy in my pockets. “No!” I blurted.
“You ran away. Assumed I wouldn’t find you.”
“Do you even care if I run?” The words slipped out before I could stop them.
His eyes widened. “Do I care? Oh, kitten. You have so much to learn.” He opened the passenger door. “Get that pretty ass in my car.”
A zing along my spine made me straighten up. Gavin being crude always caught me off-guard.
“Now,” he growled.
My pulse raced. I scuttled into the car and closed the door.
The sharp scent of pine filled my nose. My coat slid from my shoulders, tossed in back. A seatbelt snapped across my hips, buckled by his hand. Fingers brushed my breasts through the theater camp T-shirt. I gasped at the tug on the belt.
“That’s so tight!” I squealed.
“Better. Now I can see your body. And you can’t go anywhere.”
The car peeled away from the curb. My heart almost rocketed out of my chest.
“Gavin,” I pleaded. “Where are you taking me?”
He pulled abruptly into a shaded spot by the park and killed the engine. “Not ‘Gavin.’ ‘Master.’”
My face burned. Seriously, what did it mean to call him that? Had I even thought it through?
For the shoot. It was just for the shoot.
“Okay.” My voice came out breathy. “I’ll remember.”
“Okay, what?” He tilted my chin.
“Okay, Master.” My skin prickled with need.
“No names, kitten. You’re my pet. That’s all that matters.”
“Yes, Master,” I rasped. “But—”
“No buts.” His amber eyes darkened a shade further. A possessive palm slid up my hip, my waist. “You belong to me. I’m going to show you what that means.”
“What are you—”
I gasped as he pinched my nipple through my shirt. His thumb rubbed my lips, pressing in and forcing me to suck.
“You’re nervous, kitten,” he crooned. “I like that.”
I wriggled harder, trying to get free. Why was I fighting him? I wanted this. But suddenly, trapped in his car, I panicked. Belonging to Gavin, being only his— I could fall for him. Lose myself. Give him all the power.
I was turned on. Terrified.
When I scrabbled at my seatbelt, Gavin chuckled, pulling his hand free. “Feisty little thing, aren’t you?”
I grabbed for the passenger door, unlocking it and shoving it open.
He swore softly, diving across me to slam it shut. Pinning me down, he purred, “You’ll have to try harder than that.”
“Wait—”
A burning tongue licked my neck, my collarbone. “Mmm. Such a sweet, innocent kitten. You need an owner. A home. You really think I’d let you run off?”
“Please,” I panted. “Just let me go.”
But I didn’t want release. I wanted proof Gavin cared enough not to let me go. That if I ran, he’d catch me.
My hands betrayed me, skating over his shoulders and back. His muscles flexed.
“Take a look at yourself, pet.” Shoving up my shirt, he pulled the bra cups down, making my breasts spill free. “See what you have for me.”
He fondled them roughly, my nipples dark red and puckered, his mouth closing over mine. Pleasure bolted through me.
It scared me how much I truly wanted to be captured. To be his and his alone.
I scrabbled for the door again. Gavin clamped my wrist.
“You want to escape?” A note of impatience crept into his voice. “You can try. Just go out the back.”
“Really?”
His grin glinted in the dark. Watching me like a hawk, he unbuckled my seatbelt.
“Run, sweetheart. But if I catch you, you’re mine. I…” His lips brushed my ear. “…Will own you.”
I gulped.
“Go on.” His voice was deceptively gentle. “I won’t stop you.”
Heart hammering, I clambered between the seats and dove into the back. A hand grabbed my ass. I shrieked, twisting free. I landed in the backseat and fumbled with the door.
The misty chill hit my face. I could race out, lead Gavin on a chase through this deserted neighborhood. I could run from wanting to be his.
But I hesitated.
My wrist was seized. Something hard, cold, and smooth fastened around it with a sharp click.
“What—”
“Gotcha,” he murmured, looming over me. “Now, you’re mine.”
I yanked at the handcuff. It was attached to something heavy…that clanked.
A chain?
My other wrist was cuffed. Both hands were pushed above my head and fastened to some sort of hook behind the backseat.
“What a pretty sight.” He lifted his camera. “Let’s get my little captive on film.”
The flash almost blinded me in the dark.
Fear and excitement tangled inside me. I was bound, not in Gavin’s bed under bright lights, but in his backseat under his ravenous gaze.
He snapped another picture. Instinctively, I arched toward him.
I was here. I’d suggested this scene. I could look straight into that lens and not disappear.
“What are you going to do to me?”
Gavin laughed, lowering the camera. “Shhh, pet. I’m going to see how you look under all those clothes.”
Silver glinted — scissors?
Tipping my chin, he kissed me softly. I moaned, chains creaking, as he sliced through my shirt like butter.
“So silly,” he chided. “Pets don’t wear clothes.”
“Please…” I didn’t even know what I begged for.
His only response was to take more pictures of my pleading face and handcuffed wrists.
“It’s not so bad, belonging to me. I take good care of what’s mine. You’ll be safe, kitten, cuffed to my bed.”
The moan I let out was so heavy with obvious want that Gavin growled.
“You like that, huh? Hold still.”
Cool metal slid between the center of my bra and my breastbone, making me shudder.
“Wait,” I protested weakly, trying to keep up the charade of my pride.
“Shhh,” he soothed, carefully cutting off my bra. “It’s all right.”
A hungry mouth claimed one nipple as he kneaded the tender swells. I yanked at the chains, twisting, which only brought my breasts in more contact with Gavin’s hands and mouth.
“I’ve waited a long time for a toy as sweet as you,” he rasped. “You make me crazy.”
I want to make you happy, I almost whispered.
As the camera snapped, I squirmed, rubbing my throbbing clit against the seam of my leggings.
“What a horny little girl,” he teased. “Let’s take care of that.”
Forcing my knees apart, he sliced off my leggings, the scissors cold against my skin. The tip poked my soft thigh, heightening my nerves. He unlaced my sneakers and peeled off my socks.
I was vulnerable, chained in his backseat, yet his focus and care made me shiver with something close to safety.
An impatient mouth crashed over mine. Fingers skimmed my soaked panties, tugging them—
“Time for these to go,” he muttered.
I stiffened at the sound of scissors cutting through fabric. My ruined panties fell to the floor of the car.
“Well, damn.” Gavin let out a low whistle.
My face flamed with the heat of a furnace. I was wet, so fucking wet that my juices dripped onto the seat. In the glow of the streetlight, my pussy glistened.
I tried to close my legs, but Gavin gripped my knees.
“Will you look at this.” He shook his head incredulously. “Gushing all over my backseat. What kind of slut are you, kitten? Can you ever behave?”
The camera clicked and flashed, changing the angle and height until I wondered what it saw.
“I don’t know,” I snipped. “Can I?”
Bracing one hand on my hip, he rubbed firmly at the wetness between my legs.
I gasped when a finger slid inside me. “Master…”
Fuck, that name. We were playing roles, and yet we weren’t.
“You’re here for me to use, pet. That’s all.”
He thumbed my clit, his fingers rough and careless as they filled me. Need built in my core until it spilled over. I came hard and fast, staring into the smoke and amber of his eyes. Moaning, hot and cold, drenching his hand.
Gavin murmured as I shook and spasmed. Filthy words about what a good little kitten I was, ready to come for him at the drop of a hat. When the quakes of pleasure subsided, he pressed his fingers against my mouth.
“Suck me clean.”
Lightheaded, I obeyed. The flavor was tangy, musky…sexy. I’d never tasted myself before.
“My arms,” I begged, when he pulled his fingers free. “They’re going numb. Don’t you want to let me go?”
Gavin chuckled. “It’s time to take you home, pet. You’re right where you belong. We’ll be there soon.”
Leaving me in the backseat, he went to the front, started the car, and drove down the road. With me naked. And chained.
“Gavin!” I cried out.
His head whipped around sharply.
“I mean…Master.”
“Yes?”
“I’m naked.”
He grinned. “As you should be.”
“If someone sees…”
“Well, you better make sure they don’t see.”
I glared at his lean back. Sliding down as far as I could, I curled up on the backseat.