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)
He could sense the gray eyes watching him, judging everything about the pathetic picture he made, yet was powerless to improve on anything, so he stood still once Hammer steadied him. His pants were back on within a single careless move from his captor, and he was proud of not flinching when denim rubbed against tortured skin.
Hammer stepped away, only to return with some tissues, which he bundled up in one hand and rubbed all over Dex’s face, drying it without much consideration. “Glad to hear that. I trust we will work better together from now on,” Hammer said and held Dex’s shoulder, pushing him toward the exit.
Afraid of saying the wrong thing, Dex stayed silent as they walked, but the fact that Hammer’s touch still gave him a confused burst of excitement made him angrier by the second. He’d be jerking off as soon as he got the chance, because this tension was too much, and he needed to clear his head. Maybe he’d even be able to stop thinking about his aching ass for a few minutes.
The scent of coffee provided no relief when they entered Cora’s bright living room again.
“I see you got a handle on him,” she said with a smile that now seemed cruel.
“Always do,” Hammer said, making Dex’s shame worse.
“How do you take your coffee, boy?” Cora asked, putting down her mug of plain black.
“Milky,” Dex muttered, unable to meet her gaze knowing she was aware what happened to him at the dungeon.
She filled a large mug labeled with the word SUB halfway with coffee before finishing it with milk, and then put in a metal straw. She then approached them from the kitchen and offered Dex the beverage.
“He can stay next to Bandit. You know, where I used to keep Mr. Buns?” she asked Hammer, who poured a splash of milk into a mug of coffee before taking a sip from it.
“Yeah. I assume the key’s in the door?”
Dex ignored their conversation, comforted by the smooth texture of the familiar drink. He couldn’t comprehend how a spanking could have left him rattled on so many different levels when it hadn’t even lasted very long. He’d experienced a broad spectrum of violence in his life and usually brushed it off or plotted retaliation, but this was different and he couldn’t pinpoint why.
He remained quiet and meek as Hammer guided him down another corridor, but despite the humiliation he’d been through, Dex couldn’t force himself to hate Hammer. And not just because the cedarwood cologne mixed so well with his natural scent. Normally, when someone wronged Dex, he’d get revenge in brutal fantasies, but whenever he attempted to imagine Hammer, he always appeared disheveled, flushed, and dick deep inside Dex. As if in some fucked up way Dex was sorry he’d disappointed Hammer and wanted to make up for it on his knees.
“I’ll bring you your coffee later. It’s cold anyway with all that milk in,” Hammer said as they left the house and faced a barn-like structure painted a deep green, similar to the shade of the trees surrounding the property on all sides. To their left were plots of vegetables and fruit, which Cora likely cultivated for her own use, and beyond it—what looked like animal pens, but he didn’t have much time to take in the details, because they entered the barn, which did contain some gardening tools, but also… a massive cage with thick bars, divided into three sections. Only one of them featured a mattress and other items reminiscent of the cell Hammer had been locked in a day back.
There was a funky scent in the air, and Dex spotted some hay in the two cages on either side of the one with the bed, but he didn’t have the courage to question Hammer about it
“Karma, huh?” he muttered, trying to pretend he was his old jokey self, even though something he couldn’t name had snapped within him. “Hope I’m getting some tortilla chips too.”
“You will be fed whatever’s at home,” Hammer said and pushed him into the cell. Dex didn’t have the will and strength left to attempt an escape and listened to the clang of the lock. “I’ll get you something soon.”
Dex wasn’t sure if it was the bars between them that made him feel bolder, or just the time passing since his punishment, but he gathered the courage to meet Hammer’s eyes.
“I need at least ten minutes to jerk off. Just saying. If you come back sooner, it’s on you.” After all, Hammer did say it was the phone stealing not the gay flirting that got Dex in trouble.
Hammer watched him from behind the bars and glanced over his shoulder, then up. “Be my guest, but there are cameras here,” he said, leading Dex’s gaze to a small device attached under the ceiling.