He didn’t bother with a tease. Instead, he went for the highest setting, intent on overwhelming her into a fast orgasm and then torturing her with the added unwanted stimulation until he had gotten his.

As her orgasm crested, he unsnapped the gag and pulled it from her mouth, replacing the rubber ball quickly with his cock, muffling the sound of her orgasm against his throbbing erection. No way in hell would he risk impregnating her.

“Suck like your life depends on it.”

She did. It was one thing she excelled at.

Leo gripped her shoulders, digging his nails into her skin as she fellated him. He bit his lip to stifle his own moan as he came. Caprice didn’t try to get out of swallowing: she accepted him wholly and completely, almost convincing him of her submissive act.

Perhaps he’d given up on her too soon. But, this wasn’t his life now. And one trip to the dungeon wouldn’t change her entire faulty personality.

He put his clothes back on and smoothed his hair before turning off the toy and releasing her from her bonds. “Get dressed,” he growled.

She practically slid off the spanking horse like an invertebrate without any bones to hold her together and crawled to her pile of clothing. Her gaze shifted to the large leaner mirror against the wall. She lingered, running her fingertips over the red welts, a small smile curving her lips before she reached for her clothes.

“I’m going upstairs to call you a cab and pay for a hotel. Go to your room and pack your things, then wait in the lobby for your ride.”

She nodded, not making eye contact as she struggled to make her legs work so she could use the stairs.

Leo checked his watch. Their entire encounter from the moment she’d pulled him down the hallway into the spare bedroom had lasted exactly twenty-five minutes. Not bad time.

12

The family finished opening presents, then they turned to watch Faith. Gina’s Yorkie tilted his head to the side. Faith looked down at her hands. Leo had asked her to wait. So she waited.

“Where’s Leo?” Gina asked as if just noticing the host had gone missing.

The kids had been in such a hurry, ripping through paper and tossing clothing into a pile to cope with later, then going straight for the toys and electronics. The good stuff. It was hard to keep track of the location of all the adults in that bedlam.

“Caprice wanted to talk to him.” Even as Faith said it, she felt like the biggest fool in the world. She looked like a philanderer’s stupid girlfriend, too oblivious to know what her man was doing. From the looks of pity around the room, including ones who’d wanted her dead the night before, she knew they were thinking the same thing.

But Leo wasn’t her man, and he had every right to sleep with whoever he wanted. Still, the idea of it being Caprice scared her. Caprice would move in and then where would Faith go? Caprice would insist on Faith’s removal from the property. It wasn’t losing a nice house and being without a job now, it was losing her life—something she’d been reminded she still hoped to keep.