“The what?”
“You didn’t follow all my instructions, did you?”
I withdraw my finger.
“What do you mean?” she asks.
Jay returns. “Cabin’s good.”
I get out of the van. Tao and Antonne pick up Casey and carry her into the cabin, down to the basement.
“Boss, can we get more perks like this more often?” Jay asks as I head into the cabin.
I give him a stare that makes him crawl back into his shell. I probably should be nicer to a man who’s supposed to take a bullet for me, but I compensate my security detail well. For some reason, I’m feeling a little irritable. Maybe it’s because I’m the only guy who hasn’t come on Casey, though that will be rectified soon enough. It turned me on to see her blow three men, but part of me felt off about it. I’m not sure why. After all, Casey liked it.
And there’s plenty more where that came from.
Chapter twelve
Casey
Thelongboringridewhile tied up and breathing in a hood was bad enough, but now I seriously need to pee. I was distracted from nature’s call when Jack’s friends started messing with me. It was a fantasy come true. Getting used like that by three different men felt so dirty and fun. But did Jack do nothing but watch? I remember feeling hands on my body, but I couldn’t tell if they were Jack or not.
Now I’m being carried somewhere. Chase is not going to be happy that he had to follow us for what felt like two or maybe even three hours. He’s probably feeling either pissed or concerned. Or both.
I made the assumption that maybe Jack would take me back to his place, but now I see I should have confirmed that. It’s a good thing I left that note telling my dad I’d be at Aleisha’s. He might not be happy, but I’m an adult. I should be able to crash wherever I want. I wish I had my own place to stay at when I’m on break from ND, then I could really come and go as I please.
We’re going down a set of stairs, but I can’t see anything through this hood except that a light has turned on. I’m dumped onto a table or something. No. It doesn’t feel like the surface of a table. And it’s not sturdy. There’s a slight swaying sensation. Plus, I can’t stretch my legs out because my feet keep bumping into…bars?
I call out, “Jack?”
I shift my body. My hands, still pinioned behind my back, graze steel bars. Am I in a cage?
I hear the clang of something above me, and the snap of a lock. I’m pretty sure I’m in a cage. Holy crap. My pulse ticks up. This could be either really cool or really bad. I can trust Jack, right?
“I wouldn’t,” he says when I try to sit up fully. “It’s not a very tall cage.”
I do it anyway and bump my head on the top of the cage. “But I need to use the bathroom!”
“How badly?”
“Bad!”
I hear one of Jack’s friends snicker and another mutter, “Oh, damn, sucks to be her.”
I hear them leave, the sound of a door closing, and footsteps going up the stairs. I presume I’m alone with Jack. I hope I am. As fun as his friends were, I mainly want to be with him.
“Lie on your side,” Jack directs.
I do as he says. I feel his hand on my thigh and sigh. This is what I’ve been waiting for all day long. He caresses my ass beneath my short skirt before sliding between my legs. His hand glides against flesh. Should I remind him that I really need to pee? But I don’t want him to stop what he’s doing.
“Does that make it feel better?” he asks.
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, relishing the way his fingers rub against me.
“Your panties are drenched. Must have been hard for you not to come all day.”
I shiver whenever his digits pass over my urethral opening. It seems I have so many more nerve endings there today.