Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
“Had fun?” Hammer asked in that sexy yet emotionless voice.
Dex groaned, shaking his head. “If by ‘fun’ you mean almost-smashed-my-head-against-the-radiator-out-of-boredom, then yes.”
“You’re being so dramatic,” Hammer said and, at last, opened the cuff, releasing Dex from the pipe. The one on his wrist remained in place, but Dex chose not to question it. “Take your stuff out and hang it on the towel dryer.”
Dex followed the order, eager for a change after rotting here alone for the past three hours. He didn’t care about being naked anymore, because it wasn’t as though Hammer hadn’t seen him earlier. And if he hadn’t taken the bait yet, he might never. For all he knew, they might simmer in the dense sexual tension forever. Unless it had all been conjured by Dex’s horny brain in the first place.
Dex kneeled for better access to the washing machine. “You could have left me a book or something,” he grumbled, frustrated that if only Hammer said the word, he’d have gladly remained on his knees for a while longer.
“You’ll get your entertainment. We’re gonna watch some movies. Cora insists on The Thing,” Hammer said, watching him hang the few items he owned on the heater.
Dex hid his face in his hands as bitterness overflowed, dominating his every thought. “I don’t wanna watch The Thing! I want to suck your dick already! Why do you deny me? It’s not normal!” He hadn’t meant to say it this way, but the words came out of his mouth before he could think twice. Didn’t he deserve a bit of slack for being a good hostage, who didn’t try to run away or cause a fuss? “You took my phone, you took my porn, you leave me alone for hours, make me undress, and then leave me hanging!” He punched the tiled wall for good measure, grunting when the bones in his hand ached at the impact.
Hammer grabbed his wrist and pulled him away from the wall with a powerful tug. “You will not damage my friend’s property. We’re guests here!” he said sharply.
“I’m not wrecking anything! It’s a solid wall! I’m just frustrated!” Anger was so easy to deal with at home, where he had plenty of old TVs to smash in the junkyard, but this entrapment felt increasingly hopeless, and they’d only arrived two days ago! He pushed at Hammer with his free hand, despite knowing he was playing with fire.
The smug bastard looked down as if he were dealing with an annoying fly, and smirked. “What was that supposed to do?”
Dex shook his head, only more hyper aware of the strength with which Hammer gripped his wrist. “I don’t know! Does everything need a purpose?”
Hammer shrugged as if Dex were an unruly child whose tantrum needed to be waited out. Or worse yet, who needed another spanking. “That’s generally what makes people effective. So stop thrashing around. I’m gonna remind you for the last time that you’re a hostage, okay? You don’t get to decide where you sleep, what you eat, or whether you get a dick to suck on. You want to stop feeling bored? Be a good boy, and I’ll do something about it.”
Dex took a deep breath and nodded, though he wasn't happy with any of this. What he did know was that he didn’t want to land on that spanking bench again if he could help it. Hammer had accused him of not being able to learn from his mistakes, so he needed to try, even if just to prove the bastard wrong.
“Okay.” Another deep breath. “But can we watch the old The Thing?”
Hammer’s face twitched, but he eventually grinned, pulling Dex along. “That’s the one Cora wants to watch, so you’re in luck,” he said, leading him through the guest room and back to the living area.
“Poor Baby is still shaken,” Cora said, petting the puma, who was back in her place on the sofa and peeked at Dex from where she held her head in her mistress’ lap.
“Maybe it would be better if you left her in her room when you’re out, just in case. I don’t know how to handle her,” Hammer said, but all Dex could think about was that the puma had her own room while he suffered, first in the cage, then in the bathroom.
“I can’t. Baby loves movies. Isn’t that right, sweetie?” Cora baby-talked to the puma and petted her under the chin as if it didn’t matter that Dex was standing naked right there, and his soft bits could become cat food if the house pet mistook them for a small animal trying to hide between his thighs.
He cleared his throat and tried to approach his worries from an angle that might work on their host. “Won’t she be scared of a horror movie?”
Cora’s head dropped to her nape as she laughed, sending long red tresses to tumble on the backrest. “Nooo, she loves slashers, and all kinds of horror, just like me and your Dom,” she said and pulled out her cell phone. “We’ll be getting pizza. What do you want on yours?”