Chapter 3
Willow’s POV
“Are you really locking us in here like this?” I asked as the heavy garage door slammed shut with a loud metal clang that made my stomach flip.
I stood there barefoot in that loose gray jumpsuit feeling every inch of the rough fabric rubbing against my bare skin with nothing underneath.
My p***y was still slick and throbbing from what he did to me back in the station and now the air in this locked garage felt thick and heavy like we were cut off from the rest of the world.
Grayson opened the back door of the cruiser and jerked his head toward the seat. “Get in the back. Hands flat on your knees.
Knees spread. We start practical training right now and I expect instant obedience.”
I climbed in and settled on the cool leather trying to keep my legs together at
