E I G H T
Kane had been shopping for a couple of hours. Most of it was for him or the house but he did cave and bought a few things for Hazel. He supposed she couldn’t always wear the maids outfit.
As he pulled up to the house, he noticed one of his traps had been sprung. He smirked, his curiosity peeking. He grabbed the bags from the car and headed for the front door. First he unlocked it and placed the bags inside, then walked over to his trap. He laughed, deep and throaty.
“Well, well. Look what I’ve caught!”
“Ple-Please le-let me dow-n. I-I’m so-so cold.”
“As I recall, you’re suppose to be cleaning my room and guest room. What are the odds that isn’t done?”
“I-I’m sor-sorry. Plea-Please get m-me down.”
“You shouldn’t have tried to run then.”
He could see her ass as he walked around the net. Her skin was turning red from the low temperature. Letting out a sigh, he went to the tree the rope was anchored to and cut it down. He watched her small body fall and land with a thump. He started laughing until he realized she wasn’t moving.
He cursed to himself, briskly walking over to her. She was conscious, but severely shivering. Her skin red all over from the cold and wind. He picked her up and carried her inside. He dropped her on the couch, leaving her there to get clothes and a blanket for her.
He noticed she had taken one of his shirts. It made him pause for a moment before ripping it off her. She groaned, her arms trying to pull in warmth. She weakly fought him as he began pulling off her outfit, whining about something he couldn’t understand.
He stared down at her almost completely naked body, only a thong covering the sweet spot between her legs. He shook his head the moment he felt himself growing hard. He needed to warm her up, not have dirty thoughts about her. He dressed her in a long sleeve shirt and a pair of sweat pants that he had bought for her, then covered her with a thick blanket.
Her lips had started to turn blue, making him curse once more. He went to the kitchen to make her soup and hot chocolate, anything to warm her up. When they were done he carried it to the living room. He sat her up, gently shaking her awake.
Her eyes started to open, realizing what was in front of her and grabbed it eagerly.
“Stupid girl.” He grumbled, his grip tight on her.
“I-I’m sorry.” She mumbled, sipping at the hot cocoa.
“You already said that. It’s not going to save you from punishment. But for right now just focus on warming up. You’re no use to me if you’re dead.”
He let her finish both the soup and hot chocolate, then made her lay down. He knew the best way to warm up was body heat. He laid down behind her, his grip tightly around her waist. He made sure the blanket was bundled around her. He felt himself growing against her back side, why did she have to be so damn curvy?
“Fuck.” His arm tightened around her again, making her squeak.
He loosened his hold on her but heard her gasp for another reason. A smirk formed on his face, she was much more amusing than he thought she would be.
“Do-Don’t! Let me go!” She began to squirm and struggle against him.
“Stop!” His arms trying to still her. “You’re only making it worse.” He growled, teeth gnashed together. “I’m not going to do anything while your half frozen to death.”
His words seemed to relax her somewhat, even though he could still feel her discomfort. She fell asleep a few minutes later. He watched her sleep for a couple of minutes. For having such a ruthless, cold hearted father she was nothing like him. Instead of Conner toughening up his daughter, he must have locked her away from everything.
He shut his eyes, his grip still firm as he fell asleep. He wasn’t worried about her trying to escape again, at least not so soon. It might take her a while to recover from this. He just hoped she didn’t get sick.