Chapter 2
Caitlin
Mr. Tacone saunters into my kitchen and picks up the water bottle I left on the counter. When he brings it back to me to sip, my confusion is complete.
As much as I want to, I can’t believe I just softened this guy up by sucking his d**k. I mean, maybe a little, but he’s still here to kill me.
Maybe he’s like the cat who likes to play with his victims first. Well, that’s good. More time for me to work out how to get myself out of this pickle. Plus, I love the way he plays. He’s better than any of the wanna-be doms at the local dungeon. Better-looking. Bossier. Handy with a belt.
He leaves me with the water bottle and walks around my apartment, picking things up and examining them. He opens my satchel—the one I always carry with me and pulls everything out. My laptop,
