floor.
Joe jumped on top of him and used his knees to pin his arms down. He sat on his chest, knowing Preston was already hurting there, then punched Preston in the face, swinging with his left, then his right.
“Hey!'
Joe whipped around to see Melissa standing behind him, holding a heavy piece of wood. Before he could move out of the way, the two-by-four connected with the side of his head, sending him into dark oblivion.
CHAPTER 37
“Sharae!” Preston called to his slave. “Come here!'
Sharae walked in slowly, her steps hindered by the hobble chain that bound her ankles. Her wrists were cuffed behind her. She smiled at him. “Yes, Master?'
“What do you think?” he asked, nodding toward Angel.
She looked down at Angel, who lay on her back on the floor next to Preston's chair. Her ankles were bound to her thighs. A spreader bar was tied to her knees, holding her legs apart, her shaved sex exposed. Angel's arms were held behind her, bound tight at the wrists and elbows. A thick leather pump gag ensured her silence.
Sharae eyed Angel's bound body, longingly. She breathed in the heavenly scent of Angel's arousal. “Good enough to eat, Sir.'
Preston chuckled. “Yes, and I know just how much you like to eat.'
She blushed. Angel moaned softly behind the leather gag and wiggled as they discussed her.
The doorbell sounded. “Our guests are here. Go let them in, Sharae. Angel's a bit tied up at the moment.'
“Of course, Master.” She hobbled to the front door. The process was longer than if Preston had just gotten the door himself, but she knew he wouldn't-not as long as he had two willing slaves to please him. She finally got the door open and curtsied the best she could. “Greetings Mistress Lissa.'
“Hello, sweetie,” the buxom brunette dominatrix greeted her.
“Please come in,” Sharae said. She backed up to let the woman, who used to be her fellow captive, pass.
Melissa tugged on the dog chain she held. “Come, boy.'
Sharae burst out laughing. Joe was at the other end of the leash, wearing a collar tight around his throat. His arms were bound tightly behind him and his ankles were manacled together. The only piece of clothing he wore was a studded leather penis harness that looked as if it was two sizes too small. His jaw was forced open by the very same white ball-gag he had used on the woman now leading him in.
“Welcome, Slaveboy Joey,” Sharae whispered. “How does it feel?'
Joe flashed her a death glare.
“I heard that, Sharae,” Preston scolded her from the other room.
She knew he couldn't possibly have heard her, but that didn't matter. He knew she would make some remark to Joe. Besides, it would give him a reason to punish her, which was something she looked forward to.
She followed Melissa and Joe into the living room. Melissa sat on the couch across from Preston. She yanked roughly on the leash. “Kneel!'
With a scowl, Joe knelt next to her.
Sharae ambled over by Preston, looking at Angel in her bondage. Preston stroked her hair. To Melissa he said, “Have you heard any more about Megan?'
Melissa nodded. “She, Jon and their baby are doing fine.'
Sharae remembered how Preston and Melissa had come up with the idea of leaving Megan bound and gagged on her doorstep for her husband to find. They made Joe write a letter, telling Jon of how he had kidnapped, raped and tortured Megan. In the letter, Joe said he was fleeing the country because of his crimes, but instead of fleeing, he became the slave of the new Melissa. Somewhere along the line, she'd realized she liked applying the ropes, especially to bad boys like Joey.
Sharae sighed contentedly. Despite everything that had happened, she had found herself. Just like Melissa had, and Angel before them, and she knew there was no place she would rather be.
