“No, which is weird since the brothers saw me. Hell, they sent cops to the bar to look for me afterward.”
“They were just looking for me,” she said.
He let go of her hair, smoothed it back into place, and patted her head.
“Yes. Why? What do you know or have that they want?”
“I don’t know.” She shook her head. He observed her expression, her breathing pattern, her muscle reactions. She was telling him the truth.
“You didn’t hire them to take out Antonio?”
“No! I’m not a fucking moron.”
He clasped his hand over her mouth and brought his nose to touch hers. “I don’t like the language or the tone.”
She nodded, and he released her.
“No, I wasn’t working with them. Antonio worked for them, he laundered money through the place as best I could tell. Teo and Anthony came in with money or collected money; I never really understood it. But when they came in it was usually a short visit. They’d go in the back, do their business, and leave.”
“So why did they kill Antonio?”
“I don’t know! That’s what I’m telling you. They’d never so much as argued before.”
“They said they had business with you, any idea what that meant?”
Her gaze darted away from him then back. A quick little flutter, but he’d seen it.
“Nora.” She knew something.
“If you would just let me get a hold of Bernie, he can help us. He’ll know what to do.”
Greg drummed his fingers on the table. “Who is he? Why would he know what to do? Tell me that, then I’ll think about it.”
Her eyes darkened. His little pet didn’t like him taking over the decision on this. Well, considering she was still holding back from him, he wasn’t going to waste any energy feeling guilty about it.
“Greg. Just let me get a hold of him.”
“Answer my question,” he demanded with a soft tone. If she knew him better, she’d be less angry and more cautious about pushing his patience, but she hadn’t learned very much yet. He’d have to rectify that now.
“No. You know, I’ve had enough of this.” She pushed herself to her feet and fisted her hands on her hips. He almost laughed at her bravado, finding her fucking adorable. All naked and trembling, but still she showed him fire.
“I’ve had enough of your half-truths.”
“Well, then let me leave!” She bent forward and yelled in his face.
Any levity he held at that moment faded away. He rose to his feet, appreciating that she at least had the smarts to back up a step.
“You want to go?” he asked. “You want to make a run for it?”
“Greg.” She put her hands out to ward him off, but it was too late.
He snagged her hair, completely ignoring the yelp and the cry she gave as he dragged her back to the playroom. She wanted a chance at freedom, fine.
It had been a while since he had a good hunt.
Though the last had been full of giggling and moaning, this one would have more tears and screams.
Even better.
Once in the playroom he dragged her to the cage and pushed her to the floor. She fought him, slapping at his hands and trying to get away, but he remained focused.
“Get in,” he growled when he grew tired of her struggles. After a hard slap to her ass, she scrambled forward on her hands and knees. He locked the door and went about collecting his supplies.
“This will be the last conversation we have about you going at this alone or calling Bernie. If you want to tell me the full truth, I might change my mind.” He opened the cabinet and started to shuffle items around.
“Greg, I’ll—”
“Oh, not now.” He paused to look at her over his shoulder. She was huddled up against the door, gripping the bars with her fingers so tightly her knuckles whitened. “Lost your chance. After this you’ll have another one.” He went back to collecting what he needed.
“What are you doing?” she asked, the little shake back in her voice.
He walked back to the crate and placed the gathered items on a table nearby. “This is a tail; I chose the fox because they are best for hunts.” He grinned, running his hand over the soft fur. He put the tail down and picked up the ears that matched the orange and white foxtail. “These will be your ears. I won’t put the hoofs on your feet, but your hands—well, they’ll need the gloves.”
He approached this matter-of-factly. It was necessary to block out her wide eyes, her soft gasps because if he let those images and sounds inside, he’d be too fucking aroused to make it out the back door.
“I’m not putting those things on.” She pushed herself back in the cage, to the far corner.
He sighed. “I’ll just come in there and get you. Of course, that would earn you a spanking; did you want a few more strokes of the cane?” He pointed to where it lay on the counter top.
“Greg. All I wanted—”
“Doesn’t matter, pet.” He shook his head and opened the door. “Now come out here and get ready. This is your chance. If you make it to the main road, you’re free.”
“What?” If he didn’t know better, he’d swear her ears perked right up.
“I mean it.” He nodded. “If you make it to the main road before I catch you, you’re free to go. I’ll even let you take some of the clothes I picked up for you.”
She eyed the items on the small table.
“I can’t—the tail—I’ve never done that.” She pointed a slender finger toward the foxtail.
“Anal plug?” he smiled. “First time for everything. I think you’ll like it.” He didn’t think; he was absolutely positive his little pet was going to be drenched and hot by the time they were through.
“And you’ll let me go?”
“I’ll even let you use my phone,” he promised, crooking a finger at her. “Now come out and put your face to the floor, spread your ass cheeks, and let’s get you ready.”
Her throat worked as she swallowed and contemplated his offer. She didn’t really know anything about what was going to happen, or how trained he was in tracking. But, she also didn’t ask any questions. Poor thing was probably cradling the little shred of hope that she’d make it the three miles to the main road before he caught up with her.
“Okay.” She nodded, crawled out of the cage, and put herself in position. Fuck, she had a delicious ass. He really wished he was sinking his cock into her instead of pushing a silicone plug, but he didn’t always get what he wanted. Even if he was the man in charge.
He picked up the small bottle of lube and squirted a fair amount over the head of the plug and then over her tight little ring. She tensed and clenched her asshole from the chill.
“Don’t clench when I start to put this plug in that tight hole of yours, pet. You’ll need to push back, otherwise it will hurt more than it needs to. And this isn’t your naughty tail, so no need to make it unpleasant.” He squared down and pressed the round black head of the plug against the muscle.
“I don’t like this,” she whispered.
“Do you want me to make it feel good?” he asked once the tip of the plug began to push past the muscle.
“What?”
“I can make it feel good, but only if you ask.” He pushed a bit more. “Don’t squeeze.” He gave her ass a quick smack. The creamy skin of her ass blushed pink from his hand, coloring in the spaces between the cane markings. She marked beautifully.
“Yes! Make it better,” she said through gritted teeth when he pushed the tail again.
He smiled at the back of her head. She really didn’t hate this as much as she was pretending. Her pussy lips were already coated with her heat.
Using his free hand, he reached between her legs and began to rub her clit in a circular motion.
“Oh!” She moaned. “I didn’t—I—ohhh!”
He twisted the plug one way then the other, before pushing harder to get toward the thicker part of the base.
“That’s it, arch your back, give me your ass, such a good pet,” he crooned while petting her pretty pussy. With more forceful thrusts, he fucked her ass with the plug, stretching her.
“Oh! Greg! Oh!” Her nails dug into the flesh of her ass cheeks as she held them spread open for her ass fucking. Oh, to be the plug! His cock ached pressing against his zipper. The discomfort kept him from coming in his pants like a pre-teen.
“There you go, let go, let it all go.” He rearranged his grip on the tail, holding it between two fingers and continuing to invade her asshole, while dipping his thumb into her hot, wet cunt.
Her ecstasy-filled moan came just before she bucked her hips back at him, now fucking the plug herself. He grinned down at her. She was beyond perfect.
“That’s a good pet,” he whispered in a low voice.
She groaned, a deep-rooted growl of a sound that made his cock twitch in his pants. He’d have to find time to take care of his ever-growing erection or he’d be sporting the worst case of blue balls in history.
“Oh, god! Oh, fuck!” she screamed into the floor before her.
Greg gave one more hard push and seated the tail properly in her ass, continuing to stroke her pussy with his thumb and roll her clit with his fingers until her breathing slowed back to a racer’s pace.
“You can let go of your ass now. You did perfectly.” He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss to each of the welt marks from the previous day. “Absolutely perfect.”
She let her cheeks go, and he admired the foxtail hanging between them.
“I don’t understand how you do that,” she whispered, though he suspected she was talking more to herself.
“Don’t overthink it, pet. Just enjoy it.” He patted her bottom and stood back up. “Okay, now for your ears and gloves. Get up on your knees and present your hands for me, pet.”
Chapter Fourteen
The air was humid outside the cabin. Nora stood miserably outside the back door with the faux fox fur tail hanging from between her ass cheeks. Her face still burned with the embarrassment from what she’d done, how easily she’d participated, and how much her body still hummed with satisfaction.
She tried to tuck her hair behind her ears, but the gloves he’d strapped around her hands prevented her use of her fingers. With the tail firmly in place, the fox fur ears seated on her head, and the matching gloves she looked every bit his pet.
Taking a shaky breath, she looked into the woods surrounding them. She could take off running now while Greg finished getting his ‘gear’ together, but she didn’t want to forfeit this chance. He was so unrelenting about not giving second ones. He would give her freedom if she made it to the main road. He even told her how to get there.
Looking between the trees, she found the path he mentioned. It was a three-mile hike, but she could do it. She’d been camping before; girl scouts when she was little, but it counted, and she did remember some things. She’d need to stay off the path if she didn’t want him to find her, but close enough to it that she could follow it.
The screen door smacked against the frame, jolting her from her plan making.
“Okay.” Greg stepped down from the small porch holding a rifle in his hand.
She jerked back from him.
“What is that?” She pointed at the weapon. He didn’t mention anything about a gun.
“Relax.” He grinned. “It’s a paint gun. It’ll hurt when I shoot you, but it won’t harm you. No worse than the cane.” His assurance wasn’t very assuring. That cane hurt like the devil himself was licking her ass.
But arguing wouldn’t get her anywhere.
“Your shoe’s untied.” He placed the rifle to lean against the door and crouched down in front of her to tie her gym shoes. No shirt or shorts, no panties of any kind, but he gave her shoes. What a prince.
“I go straight down that path, and once I get to the main road what do I do? I can’t let people see me like this?” She waved her paw-like gloved hands over her body.
He smirked and finished tying the second shoe, then stood up. Her head came to his chin. If she took a step forward, she’d fit against his chest perfectly snuggled into his body.
“It’s not really a concern, but if you do make it, just find a bush to stay behind until I get there.” He turned around and picked up the rifle, slinging it over his shoulder. Pulling the pair of sunglasses from his neckline, he slipped them on.
“Are you ready, pet?” he asked, looking at his watch.
“You’re really doing to this? Making me run through the woods like this?” Her stomach twisted again. The little shimmer of hope she had that he was just fucking with her head faded as the seconds passed.
“Yep. On the count of three you start. I’m giving you a two-minute head start. Remember, if you’re hit, you lie down and do what?”
She wasn’t answering that question. He knew perfectly well what he’d instructed her to do; she didn’t need to remind him.
“Not a good start. I’m shaving thirty seconds from your lead time.” He fiddled with his watch again.
She let out a huff. Impossible man!
“If I’m hit I’m to lie down.”
“Lie down how?”
If her face heated any more he’d be able to cook their dinner on it.
“Lie down on my back with my legs spread and my hands up.” She looked away then back at him, knowing he was waiting. “Like a good little pet should.” And there was the warmth again, spreading down to her pussy.
It wasn’t horrifying enough that she’d acted so slutty when he put the plug in, now she was getting ready to do it again. She cleared her throat and turned away from him, looking at the path again. In an hour’s time, she could be on her way back to Chicago. Or Milwaukee. Wherever Bernie thought would be safer.
“Ready? Set...” He leaned over her shoulder, pressing a kiss just behind her ear, making her insides start melting again. “Go!”
She jolted into action, running for the path. Her feet pounded on the well-worn ground, snapping twigs as she went. It had been a kindness that he’d let her have her shoes for the run. If she were barefooted she’d easily cut her feet up with all the dead twigs and branches around.
“Ready or not, here I come!” His deep rumbling announcement kicked her into a faster speed.
She hadn’t run in a while. Months actually, but she could outrun him. She had to. He may have more muscle, but that meant more bulk. Her slender features surely would help her succeed.
Veering off the path to her right, she headed for a thicker patch of woods. Stumbling over a fallen log, she righted herself and kept going. The pounding of her shoes muffled any sound coming from behind her. Looking for him would be a waste of time, and she’d seen enough horror movies to know wasted seconds would lead to falling and getting caught.
Her lungs began to burn, sweat collected on her brow as she ran. Wiping her forehead was useless with the fox paws on her hands, but at least the fabric soaked some of it up.
As she darted to the left trying to see if she was still going the way of the path, a splattering of blue struck a nearby tree. She yelped and kicked herself into a higher gear, moving back to the right, deeper into the trees. She’d find the path again, once she lost him.
Another burst of color to the tree she passed on the left. How the hell had he caught up to her so easily?
She tripped, righted herself, and continued to pursue her freedom. No matter how much her lungs burned, or her thighs screamed to slow down. She had to try, she just had to get this done.
The headband of the ears began to slip as she ran.
Another smattering of blue, this time to her right. She b
olted to the left.
Two more pellets exploded on the tree trunks around her. He was getting closer. His booted steps were heavy, and much too near her.
Frantically looking around her, she found a large bush, thick branches covered in wide, deep green leaves. It was her only chance. She dove behind it, crouching down and peering through the slim spaces between the branches.
Where was he?
Was that him whistling?
Not wanting to shake the leaves of the bush and give away her location, she moved her body over to see toward the left of where she hid.
Nothing.
A branch crunched, but she couldn’t tell from which direction it came.
If she had the use of her fingers she could easily pry the branches apart quietly, but he’d strapped the fucking paws on in a way that left her helpless to do it on her own.
Her own breathing echoed in her ears, drowned out only by the harsh beating of her heart. Sweat rolled down her temple.
The cock of a gun drew her attention, and she stilled. Trying not to move a muscle, she desperately searched for him. He had to be close.
“I don’t want to hit your back, pet. Get off your knees so I can hit your ass.” His dark voice vibrated though her. He was behind her.
“You haven’t hit me yet,” she said calmly. She could get up and run for it again, get on the other side of the bush. He’d have to run after her in order to take a clear shot.
“You can try to run if you want... I’ll give you five seconds.” The confidence in his voice didn’t give her any of her own that she’d get anywhere. But at least she’d try.
She stood up, bolting to the left, but before she even cleared the bush, a sharp pain shot through her thigh. Looking down, she saw the blue paint dripping. But she didn’t stop, she kept running.
Another shot to her ass, then her right hip. She screamed at the pain; those little balls hurt like fuck!
“Not playing fair, pet,” he called out to her.
She stopped running and bent over, placing her gloved hands on her knees and gulped for air.
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