She doesn’t stir.
This is messed up. I should have just kidnapped her the “normal” way. Instead, I concocted this elaborate plan to execute her fantasy. I had fun. But it’s crazy that she still thinks we’re just roleplaying and has no clue of the potential danger she’s in. If she’s lucky, she’ll be back with her dad in a few days. Though a remote possibility, we might not even need her.
Andrian had called to tell me he might have a lead on one of Callaghan’s security detail. He sent in Dmitri to try and work the guy. If the lead proves useful, I can simply release Casey.
The thought makes me tighten my arm around her. I doze a little while she sleeps, remaining as still as I can so as not to disturb her. She’ll be hungry when she wakes.
She sleeps for almost two hours.
“Don’t make me pee in the bucket again,” she murmurs.
“You need to go?” I ask.
She snuggles closer. “Yeah, but this is nice, too.”
It’s not supposed to be, but it is.
“Know who’s cock you came on?” I inquire.
“Yours.”
“And Antonne’s.”
She looks up at me, trying to figure out how or when.
I explain the progression. “It was Antonne, Jay, Antonne, then me.”
“Does it really matters who’s cock I came on? What did you expect when you work me up like that? You thinkyoucould hold back no matter who was blowing you?”
“Fair enough.”
“There’s such a double standard when it comes to sex. Men want women to be all horny for them, but when we actually are, we’re sluts and whores. I mean, it’s fun to be called one in the right circumstances, but it’s not fair that the terms don’t get applied to men as much.”
“What are the right circumstances?”
She shrugs, then answers, “When I want to be called one. When there’s no real judgment underneath, and it’s just for fun.”
“How can you tell if there’s judgment or not?”
“You trying to be my professor or something? Hey, that would be a fun roleplay! I could be the bad student you caught cheating on her test.”
I shake my head. She can have a one-track mind. I get the sense she can be like the proverbial bulldog on a bone when she really wants something.
“You’re hungry,” I note upon hearing her stomach growl.
“Yeah, but you know what I would really like right now? A shower. I’ve got crazy amounts of cum caked on me.”
I help her up and let her have my shirt to wear as I show her upstairs.
“This is a beautiful cabin,” she says as we pass by a room with floor to ceiling windows in which the ceiling is over twenty feet high. She spots snow outside and stops. “Where are we?”
“North Lake Tahoe,” I answer.
“No way! Why are we all the way here?”
Because I didn’t want any chance we’d be tracked to my house, and because this cabin is nice and secluded.
“Change of scenery,” I reply casually.