로그인SableI was still laughing when they dragged me upstairs.Not nervous laughter. Not the kind that came from fear. This was the bright, reckless kind that only happened when I knew I was safe and about to get exactly what I’d asked for.My wrists were still a little sore from the silk in the best way, and my body was buzzing from the chase, from outsmarting them, from the way Jarek’s eyes must have gone dark the second he realized I’d doubled back to the cabin.Marcus dropped me onto the bed like I weighed nothing. Jarek was right behind him, already pulling the long strips of red silk from the bag.I grinned up at them, breathless. “You’re both really mad about the hostage thing, huh?”Marcus crawled over me, caging me in with his arms. “You pointed a knife at my throat, baby doll.”Jarek tied my wrists to the headboard with quick, efficient movements.
MarcusBy the one-hour mark, Jarek was offended. Maybe a slight bit worried with a dash of frustration. But definitely offended.Which, admittedly, was one of my favorite versions of him.Because somewhere around the forty-minute mark, he’d stopped treating this like a kinky little mountain game and had started acting like baby doll had personally insulted his ancestors.Every empty trail and abandoned hiding spot seemed to deepen his conviction that something unnatural was happening.“She should’ve made a mistake by now,” he muttered for the fourth time.I snorted.“Listen to yourself.”“She laughs when she runs.”“Yeah.”“She gets distracted.”“Sometimes.”“She trips.”“Occasionally.”“She pet that possum behind the garage.”
SableBy breakfast the next morning, Marcus had somehow become even more excited.Which I honestly hadn’t thought was possible.He practically vibrated through coffee while Jarek cooked eggs like a man preparing soldiers for battle instead of making breakfast. Neither one of them had touched me all night beyond cuddling and sleepy kisses, and while part of me had pouted about it, the other part of me had realized exactly what they were doing.They wanted me rested.Which meant they were taking this seriously.Apparently, much more seriously than I had expected.“Okay,” Marcus announced after breakfast, clapping his hands together. “Rules meeting.”I blinked.“Rules meeting?”“Absolutely.”Jarek nodded.“Sit down, baby girl.”That should have concerned me. Instead, I found myself smiling as I curled
SableBy the time we reached the little mountain town, I was convinced Marcus had consumed enough caffeine to legally qualify as a natural disaster.The entire two-hour drive had consisted of him bouncing between playlists, pointing out random cows like they were celebrity sightings, and reminding me every twenty minutes that I wasn’t allowed to ask questions about tomorrow.Which, naturally, only made me ask more questions.“Are we hiking?”“No.”“Fishing?”“No.”“Skydiving?”Jarek snorted behind the wheel.Marcus looked offended. “Baby doll, I would never throw you out of a perfectly good airplane.”“That’s comforting.”“Plus Daddy would yell at me.”“Damn right I would.”I smiled and looked out the window as mountains slowly rose aroun
MarcusEventually, the awkwardness turned into curiosity.That was my favorite part. Watching her go from embarrassed to interested, from blushing at shelves to reaching for things herself.Not because of what we were buying, but because every small choice was hers. No pressure. No rush. No one deciding for her. Just Sable, standing in the middle of a store full of possibilities, realizing she was allowed to want things out loud.I picked up a flogger from one display, not one of the heavy ones, something soft enough to be playful but real enough to make her think. Her gaze dropped to it, then lifted to mine.“Really?”“Maybe,” I said. “Only if you’re curious.”She took it from me and ran the falls through her fingers, testing the weight, the texture, the idea of it. I could see her thinking through sensation instead of fear, which made my chest do somethin
MarcusBy the time the mountain trip was officially booked, I had become insufferable.Not mildly annoying. Not charmingly excited. Fully insufferable.Sable noticed by breakfast on Monday.Jarek noticed sometime before that, mostly because I had been leaning over his shoulder while he looked at cabin listings and making helpful comments like that one has terrible murder lighting and baby doll deserves better woods. He told me three separate times to shut the fuck up. Then, twenty minutes later, I caught him c







