“Griffin is a private man. We go way back.”
I turned my head to look around the den and smiled. “He doesn’t have any pictures of you in here either.
“Like I said, Griffin is very private.”
Kathryn’s pale red tongue poked out between her glossy, vibrant red lips and stayed pressed against her bottom lip. Her eyes dragged down my body to my groin. Was this going to be this easy?
“Don’t you need to get back to your fiancé?”
“He won’t notice if I’m gone for a little bit. What is it that you do for him?” Kathryn asked as she put her hands on my chest.
“I just moved into a data entry position,” I proudly said.
“So nothing, really.” She laughed. Fuck, I hated her. I wanted to tell her that her fiancé had fucked my mouth while I’d knelt on his office floor. “Griffin wouldn’t believe anything you said over me.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” I said, mirroring her shitty tone.
“As I said, we go way back,” she reiterated.
“Maybe I go way back with Griffin,” I said under my breath as she pressed her tits against my body.
“Doubtful. No one goes as far back as I do with him,” she said with a shrug. “So do you want to give your hand a break tonight and get this hard cock of yours wet?” Kathryn ran her hand down the length of my cock that pressed embarrassingly against my pants. “You’re quite a bit younger than Griffin is, and I imagine you’re used to a quick fuck.”
This lady was a piece of shit. I couldn’t wait to expose her as the trash she was. Kathryn pulled her dress up over her hips and then knelt on the armrests of one of the leather wingback chairs. It wasn’t a surprise to see that she wasn’t wearing panties. I reached for the condom that was in my pants pocket and quickly rolled it down my shaft.
As soon as I got my cock in her, she said, “I hope you don’t mind if I rub myself while you do your thing. I’d like to make sure I get off.”
“Get your dick out of her, Riley.” Griffin’s voice had been firm but completely calm.
I quickly moved away from Kathryn, and while I tucked myself in my pants, my pulse sped up. He’d see her for the gold-digging bitch she was, right? Griffin crossed the room to Kathryn and took hold of the hand with the huge diamond engagement ring on it. He held it up and looked at me.
“Does this mean anything to you, Riley?” he questioned.
“Yes,” I said quietly as to not draw onlookers to the doorway of his den.
Griffin shook Kathryn’s hand in front of her face.
“I know this doesn’t mean a fucking thing to you.”
Griffin stared at me with furrowed brows and then glared at Kathryn. With her hand in his, he looked at me and told me to follow him. I thought my heart was going to pound out of my chest as we walked down the hallway, past the formal living room and dining room, and then outside.
“Griffin, my shoes!” Kathryn bitched as we walked along the back of the house toward the path that led to the small dwelling.
I began to sweat, and my nerves started to get the best of me as the path took us on the other side of a sparse section of trees. Though it wasn’t a dense thicket, it still masked our presence.
“Just walk, Kathryn,” Griffin said sternly.
We stopped at the weathered and splintered stairs that led to the brown metal door of the little shed. Griffin let go of Kathryn’s hand and effortlessly took two steps at a time to get to the top of the steps. He put his thumb on a fingerprint reader for a moment before I heard a clicking noise. Pulling a key from his pocket, he then unlocked the door’s standard lock, pushed it open, and then came back down the rickety steps to take hold of Kathryn’s hand. The open door revealed darkness and uncertainty.
“Get inside, Riley.”
I stared at him and then into the darkness again. Apprehension and an all-around bad feeling filled me. Why all of the security? Why was the door metal? Griffin climbed the steps with Kathryn by his side, and he called out to me with a phrase that made me feel like he remembered me.
“Come on, Wolverine.”
My stomach dropped when he said that. They disappeared inside, and when Griffin flipped on the dull light, I climbed the steps and joined them. I was tackled immediately and went to the floor with Griffin. We struggled for a few moments as he pressed his weight down on me while he held a cloth doused with a chemical over my mouth and nose.
The last thing I remembered feeling was that I started to get a hard-on as Griffin pinned me to the floor. It didn’t seem like much time had passed when I came around. I was sitting upright and naked, chained to a metal chair. Kathryn was naked, gagged, and chained to a chair close to me. On the verge of panicking, I glanced around the shed and quickly discovered that this wasn’t a typical gardening or maintenance shed. Various knives, hatchets, and axes hung on the wall behind where Griffin stood.
A shelving unit along the wall with the door had several bottles of bleach, folded plastic tarps, and towels. One of the other walls had carabiners, chains, whips, paddles, and a shelf lined with dark glass bottles with lids. A cultured marble shower and sink were in the corner behind me, along with a black rolled up rubber hose. Close to the center of the room was a thick wood stock with two wrought iron rings toward the top of it.
“Griffin—” I began.
“Quiet, Riley!” Griffin cut me off. When I turned to look at him, he was walking
