Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Wait a minute.
The key I was holding was tiny, like the ones that unlocked handcuffs. The keyholes on the padlocks were much too big for my key to work. It was then that the man stepped out from behind the tomb, and I sucked in a sharp breath.
He'd dropped the blanket, showing off that he was naked.
Well, except for the silver cage clamped around his dick, and the tiny lock that swung from the top of it.
Chapter 7
My back snapped painfully straight, and I held my breath in my lungs, not wanting to move. Maybe if I became a statue like the others in this room, he’d forget I existed.
Yeah, right.
“You found the key.” The guy’s tone was bright, full of relief. “Get this thing off me.”
“Uh . . .”
He glowered, either at my hesitation or that I’d spoken without prompting. “You said you’d help me.”
To reinforce what he wanted, he thrust his hips forward, making the little lock jostle against the top of the cock cage.
This was . . . insane.
On some level, I was impressed that Void actually went there. Perhaps this was meant to elicit a specific reaction from certain guests, but I wasn’t uncomfortable because he was a man and so was I. No, my discomfort was the same that anyone would feel over the idea of having to touch a stranger so . . .
Intimately.
My gaze darted to the far end of the crypt and the open doorway. How many people had uttered a safe word in this room?
“Hurry,” he demanded. “They’ll be back any minute.”
I didn’t want to touch him, but I couldn’t exactly hand him the tiny key. I’d have to unlock him. Was there any chance this was a bluff?
Doubtful.
I swallowed thickly and began my slow approach, keeping my focus on his face. I pushed myself into a compartment inside my head, one where I could analyze this as a writer observing the task and not as the one completing it.
When it was clear this wasn’t a bluff, I took a knee and fixed my gaze on the silver lock. I ignored the curved bars that wouldn’t allow him to get hard and the flesh trapped inside all the gleaming chrome.
I gingerly grasped the lock, doing my best not to touch him inappropriately, even though nothing about this was appropriate, and slowly fit the key in the tiny slot.
When I turned the key, the shackle popped up, and I unthreaded the loop of metal from the latch. The ring at the base separated, and gravity took over, releasing him as the metal cage fell to the ground, landing with a hard thud.
The guy gave a delighted giggle at his new freedom, making it sound sexual and disturbing at the same time. He used one of his mitted hands to rub himself, and I averted my eyes.
“Chase me!” he abruptly ordered.
I was still on a knee, trying to comprehend what he’d just said, when he took off, running.
“Fuck,” I groaned under my breath as I got up and sprinted after him.
The guy darted and weaved around the tombs, like he both did and did not want me to catch him. Perhaps he needed me to but was enjoying the chase a little too much. The floor was packed dirt and stone, and my borrowed boots weren’t made for speed or cornering. I was also exhausted, running on nothing but leftover adrenaline—but he’d just made it to the edge of the room when I reached him.
His eyes were wide as he skidded to a stop. “Jesus, you’re quick.”
The way he’d said it made it sound entirely unscripted.
I wasn’t tall, but I was fast. When I’d been in high school, I’d consistently run the eight-hundred-meter track in under two minutes. I’d gotten even better in college, and my track scholarship had paid for a significant portion of my education.
For a moment, the guy didn’t seem to know what to do. Then, he tilted his head and flashed a smile. “Stay.”
Like a trained pet, I did. He jogged off through the doorway, and since I had no desire to look at his bare ass, I turned my gaze back toward the crypt. The only sound was my heavy breathing. Shit, I hadn’t run in weeks, and my—
I was abruptly shoved forward by two sets of hands until my chest slammed into the brick wall. I turned my head to the side just in time to stop from going face-first into it.
“What are you doing down here?”
The sharp question came from one of two big guys dressed in black, both wearing earpieces like Chelsea had been. Were they security? I couldn’t tell if they actually wanted an answer, and I wasn’t sure what to say anyway, so I kept quiet.
“You don’t belong here,” the other one said, his tone full of irritation.