My fucking pathetic paralysis only lasted a second. It was a shitty thing to do, but horror and anguish had stayed my feet.

Now though, I was kneeling behind her, pulling her hair back and stroking her healing back.

Crouched over the toilet, violent spasms rocked her naked body as she vomited everything she’d eaten yesterday…and maybe the whole week prior.

I’d fucked up big time. Huge. Bigger than any fuck up before.

When she’d been brought to me by Alejandro and Vito, I’d given her a combined contraceptive injection to make sure she didn’t end up pregnant. One month. The shot was good for one month. It had been more than a month before I’d fucked her that first time in the motel room, which meant the injection had long since worn off by then.

But that wasn’t the worst part. Not by far. It would have been bad enough to send her away while I went to die, knowing she was carrying my child. That would have been heart-wrenching. But it was much, much worse than that because if the injection had worn off when we’d had sex, it most certainly hadn’t been doing a god damned thing to protect her from the fuckers who’d raped her.

She wasn’t sick. It wasn’t the flu, and she hadn’t eaten anything that had done this to her.

Scar was pregnant.

Who had fathered the child, I had no idea, and there was a decent chance I wasn’t going to be alive long enough to find out. And she’d have to deal with it on her own. Fuck. Yet again she was going to suffer because of me. If I’d never had her abducted…if I’d even just used my fucking brain and been smart enough to keep up with her birth control injections, she wouldn’t be dry heaving into the toilet now.

Eventually, she leaned back against me, exhausted. I sat back on the cold floor and wrapped my arms around her.

“I’m sorry, Master. I must have eaten something…”

Oh hell, she didn’t know why she was sick. She didn’t know, and she was fucking apologizing to me. I debated telling her—of course, she had a right to know—but I couldn’t. Not yet. I had to get ready to leave, and I wasn’t going to dump this on her and drive away. So, I’d tuck the information away for now. Just until I returned.

“There’s no reason for you to apologize, Pet.” Understatement of the century. “I’ll help you back to bed.”

I carried her there, but by the time I laid her down, color was already returning to her cheeks. She looked ninety percent better by the time I’d dressed, and it seemed almost foolish to insist she lay there and rest when I leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“I’m feeling much better, Master. I could help with breakfast…if you’d like.”

“Tomorrow. I’ll have you cook breakfast for a change then if you’re feeling up to it.”

She nodded, but already she was beginning to look restless. Since I was short on time though, I strode out of the room and tried not to think about anything but the meeting with Michael today. I couldn’t let anything distract me, not when Scar’s life, and now the life of an unborn child, depended on what arrangements I could make.

Unfortunately, Scar was not aware of the day’s agenda—obvious by the sight that greeted me when I returned to the room. She’d shoved off the covers I’d draped over her. Her hair spilled like a fiery halo around her on the pillow and her arms were stretched high above her head. Her naked body was positioned at a slight angle toward me, displaying every one of her tantalizing curves. With one of her knees bent, I could just barely see her deep pink clit, and I felt the urge to spread her thighs open wide so I could see every inch of her.

I dropped the tray on the night table, pleased I’d had enough thought not to drop it on the floor. But a small, irritating voice in my head reminded me I didn’t have time for this. I was so tempted to ignore it, but then the idea I’d planned to keep Scar out of trouble while I was gone came to mind. Yeah, I could delay my own gratification for that.

Grabbing one of the untouched boxes I’d picked up at the post office that first day here, I strode to the bed, already envisioning her sexy body trussed up like it was about to be. Opening the box, I pulled out several long lengths of rope first. I took one of her wrists with an evil smile and stretched her arm toward the post at the top of the bed. A knot around her wrist and one around the post would keep that arm secured where I wanted it. I repeated the restraint with her other arm.

Heat and trepidation filled her expression and my cock throbbed to my heartbeat. I adjusted myself and then moved to the end of the bed. This time though, when I’d knotted the rope around her ankle, I lifted the rope and secured it higher on the post to keep her leg up off the bed. When I’d secured her other ankle the same way, I stepped back to survey my work. She looked sinfully enticing, tied spread eagle with her open and elevated legs providing an uninhibited view of her pussy and anus. So fucking sexy.

I debated telling her I’d be going out but decided against it. I didn’t want her worried about being left alone in the house. Firstly, I didn’t have a choice. And secondly, nothing was getting in here. What she didn’t know was that the glass on the exterior of the house was bulletproof glass, and in the rare chance the security alarm to the house was ever tripped, the bedroom where she was currently restrained would lock down like a panic room.

So instead, I said, “I have a few things to tend to but don’t worry Pet, I wouldn’t leave you here bored while I’m busy. You’ll be quite occupied.”

She nodded, and though she still looked more than a little nervous, her eyes were filled with arousal, and with her legs wide open, I could see the wetness that was making her pussy gleam in the sunlight.

Bringing the box with me, I grabbed the butt plug and lube from the night table before sitting down next to her, just below her hips.

“You remember this, don’t you?” I held it up for her to see and proceeded to drench it in lube while she watched.

Her muscles had gone taut, but she remained silent. Though she’d obviously derived a substantial amount of pleasure from having a toy in her ass, she still seemed uncomfortable with the premise. I’d have to remember to question her about that later. For now, though, I leaned back so I could watch as I pressed the slippery head against her rosebud hole. Her muscles were still tense, so I used my free hand to rub her clit, hard and fast, and it distracted her quickly.

As soon as her muscles had relaxed, I shoved the plug in an inch. She gasped and her body tried to push it out, but I kept up with slow, even pressure on the plug while rubbing her clit faster. In less than a minute, she’d taken the whole thing, and she was moaning and writhing in pleasure.

Leaving the toy in her ass, I released her clit and grabbed the last part of my plan from the box. She eyed it dubiously, and I couldn’t blame her. Three small, padded clamps, each one protruding from a wire, attached to a single wire that ran into a control box. Yes, I’d planned for everything when I placed all those orders from the hotel. I was a man who liked to be prepared.

“These might be a little uncomfortable at first, but you won’t even notice that soon.”

I opened the first clamp and teased one nipple into a hard peak. When I placed the clamp on it and let it grip her, she let out a small squeal. Her face confirmed it was nowhere near too much for her, so I kept going, teasing her other nipple and securing another clamp. Another little squeal, but her cheeks had begun to flush with her arousal.

Picking up the third clamp, I held onto it for a minute while I tugged lightly on the wire between the clamps on her nipples. She moaned, but she was eyeing the clamp in my hand with wary confusion. I would have laughed if my cock hadn’t been throbbing beyond painfully now.

I grazed the clamp down the valley between her breasts, down between her ribs, watching her face the whole way. I saw it in her eyes the second she clued into the purpose of the third clamp. Her lips parted on a gasp and her breathing quickened. By the time I hovered above my destination, I could see the pulse in her neck.

Her clit was already engorged, but just for good measure, I rubbed it some more before securing the clamp onto her. Another small squeal, but it was overshadowed by the moan that slipped out half a second behind it.

It would be cruel enough to leave her like this, so worked up and with no way to satisfy her own body. But I wasn’t finished. I’d definitely saved the best for last.

Adjusting the dials on the control box, I got them right where I wanted them and then turned it on. Her body jerked and she tugged hard against the restraints as the vibrations from the clamps stimulated her sensitive places.

Ten seconds—she stopped pulling and started to moan. Fifteen seconds—her body writhed, making the plug in her ass wriggle inside her, and her moans grew louder. Twenty seconds—the vibrations stopped. She groaned in agitation.

I chuckled, knowing the machine was going to torment her like this the whole time I was gone, turning on for twenty seconds at random intervals that ranged from two to four minutes apart. It would drive her body wild, stimulating her over and over again, but never enough to send her careening over the edge.

I leaned back to get a better look at her, and I hadn’t been so close to coming in my pants since I was a teenage boy. She was soaking wet. Her juices coated the base of the plug that protruded from her ass. And her muscles were clenching spasmodically, trying to draw the plug in deeper while searching desperately for something to fill her empty pussy. I wanted to give that gorgeous pussy exactly what it wanted and ram my cock deep inside her, but now I really was out of time.

Forcing myself to my feet, I moved to the end of the bed and watched as the control box reached its random interval and intense vibrations shot through her nipples and clit. Her back arched off the bed, but then instead of trying to pull out of her restraints this time, her hands clenched in fists as she tried to lift her hips as if that could somehow increase the strength or duration of the vibrations.

Precisely twenty seconds after it had begun though, the vibrations stopped, and she flopped back with an even more frustrated groan than the last one. So fucking sexy.

“I’ll be busy for just a couple hours, but I’m sure you’ll be too distracted to notice Pet.”

I turned to leave—it had never taken so much effort to turn away from any sight before.

“Wait, master. Please, you can’t leave me like this. What if…what if I need to pee?”

I could tell the excuse was an afterthought, but a valid one nonetheless. I strode to the ensuite and came back with two big, thick towels.

“Lift your hips,” I demanded and she did her best to comply, though her eyes had gone wide, realizing what I had in mind. I slid the folded towels beneath her.

“Master, you don’t expect me to…here?”

“If you’re going to argue with me, I’m going to demand you piss right now with your legs wide open while I watch. Are you sure you want to argue?”

“No, Master.” She barely got the word out before the vibrations started again. “Oh god. Please, Master, don’t let it stop.”

“I love it when you beg, Pet, but it’s not going to do you any good this time.”

I walked away while her moans filled the room. The second I closed the door behind me, I took deep, calming breaths. They did nothing to calm my raging hard-on or to cool the fire in my veins. I’d thought this would be exquisite torment for her, but I knew now that the sight of her tied up and writhing beneath the clamps was going to torment me for the next several hours. I’d be surprised if I didn’t end up with permanent damage from a three-hour erection.