He didn’t think that she’d be comfortable in something that tight.
He did have something that would help.
Her bag.
Thane had picked it up before he came back to their home. He had figured that she might need it.
Now he knew that she would.
Thanatos walked into the living room, and then to the door.
He knew that Adrian would not be happy with his decision—but part of BDSM was to make the other person feel safe. That was what he intended to do. He needed Sophia’s trust if she was going to give herself to him the way that he approved of.
“Thane, don’t you dare.” The other man warned, knowing exactly what Thane was going to do. He had a scowl on his face, but his eyes were alive with emotion.
Adrian was the opposite of him. He liked emotions. He enjoyed the sensations that Earth, and Hell, gave to him. He didn’t mind feeling pain, sadness, anger. He also enjoyed fighting, even if it was only an argument.
This time, there would be no argument. Adrian should know better than to try a verbal sparring with him. Thane didn’t bother with words. He would not rise to the bait, so to speak.
“Come on, man. You don’t recognize in her what I do. First of all, she’s submissive. She will want this. And if she gets her stuff, she will be able to leave. I checked. There are weapons in that bag.” When Thane remained quiet, Adrian rolled his eyes. “Even if I remove them, she will still think they are in the bag. Then she will think she can leave and protect herself. Do you really want her out there all alone?”
Thanatos felt a tightness in his chest at the idea.
Sophia was brave. She had not broken down yet, or cried. She was, however, still a soft Human. She didn’t heal quickly, she didn’t have years of battle practice. She didn’t know her way around Hell.
That meant that she would be vulnerable.
What did she want in Hell anyways?
As if hearing the question, Adrian shook his head. “You really don’t want to know. But, I’ll tell you. She’s planning on making a deal with the Devil.”
The idea caused something akin to panic to unfurl inside of him.
The Devil was a tricky being, who enjoyed to cause pain. He didn’t do things to help others.
He would demand a high price for whatever favor she requested. He would also try to do his best to fulfill his side of the deal, while not giving her what she wanted. He was said to be the original Fallen. If so, his sins must have varied.
Thane looked back to the backpack that Sophia had left behind in the tunnels.
She must not have noticed that he had carried it in. The chair was blocking it from the view of anyone sitting on the couch.
This gave him a choice. He could follow Adrian’s lead and keep the knowledge from her. This would ensure that stayed with them. It would protect her.
Or, he could tell the girl about her belongings and then try to convince her to stay.
The first possibility had only one drawback. She might be cross with them when she found out that they had kept it from her.
Which was quite a bit better than the downside of the second option.
Her death.
Picking up the bag, he stalked into the bedroom. He could hear the shower running behind the wooden door.
The material would not keep him out if he wanted to enter.
Instead he shoved the sack under his bed before moving to Adrian’s dresser.
If she needed clothes, the smaller man’s would have to do. He removed a shirt and a pair of drawstring pants and placed them on his bed.
There were two in this room, for they felt no need for modesty, and the cave wasn’t big enough for more than one bedroom.
Turning back to the task at hand, Thane moved to the bathroom door.
He knocked, and heard a gasp come from the other side. For the first time in a while, Thane felt like smiling. “Clothes on bed.” He muttered.
“Will train her.” He proposed, walking back into the living room.
It’d be nice to teach her exactly how they liked things. She didn’t seem to be too experienced, which meant that they would need to teach her the basics of BDSM.
There were rules for both sides. Things to make sure that everyone was safe.
First, was to explain, to get consent. To give a safe-word so that she could stop playtime.
Adrian exuded excitement. And Thane could feel the same small bubble expand in his chest.
“Ohh yeah!” Adrian chuckled.
7
The shower was really nice. Carved from stone, it was large and formed a perfect bench on one side.
The water poured from a spout at the top and rained over her. It was warm, and would be relaxing if she could clear her head. Unfortunately she had too much to think about.
People often thought that Soph was naïve, ignorant or just dumb.
They babied her, protected her, as if she couldn’t fend for herself. She had often resented it, but she understood.
The fact that she was kind, that she put others first, and that she wanted to think the best of people, often made people underestimate her. And she was sure that the same thing was happening now.
But Sophia wasn’t that little dumb girl that people believed. She was a woman who had a brain, who knew what she was doing and didn’t make decisions lightly.
She decided
