When Emilia woke again, she knew it was exactly an hour later. Jackson had a morning routine that went like clockwork, no matter what."Come on, little girl, time to get up," he said, his eyes flickering over the naked length of her body once he'd pulled the sheets off of her. For a moment they lingered on the dark pink lips of her pussy, still battered looking from earlier. Emilia didn't bother trying to get up, because it didn't matter if she did or if she just lay there, he would do exactly what he always did. A heartbeat later she was scooped up in his arms and he was carrying her to the private washroom attached to his bedroom.Scrub her down in the shower, intimately and thoroughly, which left her gasping and aroused again, and then he picked out what she wore for the day while she sat on the edge of the bed and waited. Patiently. Like a doll. As long as she didn't move from the spot he put her in, she could do whatever she wanted. Swing her feet. Mess up the sheets. Ask him que

Secret passageways?" Ella repeated, her mind whirling around the possibilities.Emilia nodded, nervously glancing over her shoulder at Jackson, standing and talking to a small group of soldiers, a mix of Ciera and Fox's men. The little blonde wasn't a very good actress, she was obviously agitated as she passed the information on to Ella, quickly whispering the way to open the panels as Ella tried to memorize it.As usual, Ander was swimming his laps, frustration and anger written in every line of his body. Ella was pretty sure he was still feeling the effects of Ciera's torment, both physically and mentally. Last night they had slept wrapped around each other, but it seemed like neither of them had known what to say to each other.Carefully committing everything Emilia said to memory, Ella tried to damp down her excitement. This was definitely something Ander would want to know. She knew that he would hope the passageways could find them a way out of the compound. Personally, she wond

Ella wriggled her way out from underneath Ander's arm. He groaned and made a sleepy, protesting noise, but allowed her to go. Since he'd pretty much exhausted himself in the pool, and then inside of her, she wasn't surprised that he was tired. But she was feeling energized. Strangely hopeful.There were four of the sigils in the room that denoted where a secret passageway was. She doubted that the one next to the main door opened since that would be pointless. But that still left three walls that could contain passageways. The only question was: was anyone watching?Since the night they'd had their sexual exploits while she'd been under the influence of the aphrodisiac spread across a screen for Fox's soldiers' entertainment, she and Ander had been operating under the assumption that someone could be watching at any time. But there had been no indication that anyone had been watching since then. Maybe the cameras had only been activated because they'd wanted to see what Ander would do

Thawck!A second blow across Emilia's bottom had the young blonde shrieking into her gag and Ella wincing in sympathy. She had the urge to speak up, to beg Jackson to stop because Emilia couldn't, but a craven voice in her head whispered to be silent lest his attention turns to her. Right now she was almost forgotten... but she doubted she would remain that way for long if she tried to interfere.Thawck! Thawck!The sound of leather slapping against tender skin made Ella jerk with every blow, just as Emilia did. Ella's hands clenched into fists, almost as if she was physically restraining herself from crying out along with the other woman, her body trembling in reaction to what she was watching.After five hefty smacks against Emilia’s ass, which had to be bright red by now since Jackson didn't seem like he was holding back at all, he stopped. Holding the paddle at his side, he stepped up closer behind Emilia again, winding his hand in her hair, looping it around his fingers under his

Blackness gave way slowly to light. Not bright light, at first. Just enough to rouse the senses. Sounds began to trickle in, voices talking. Not softly, but not overly loud either.Ander groaned as he tried to move his limbs. They didn't seem to want to work. The darkness obscuring his vision went away slowly as he blinked. He was disoriented. That much he realized, but he wasn't sure what he should have been expecting. Everything felt confusing.Fuzzy shapes slowly came into focus, soldiers in khaki, activity swirling around a dark-haired man at a desk. A large blonde man stood next to him, a small young woman with matching pale blonde hair and wearing a light blue dress tucked under his arm.And then he remembered.Fox.Jackson.Emilia.Ella.He was supposed to protect Ella and she was... she was... where?Looking around, he couldn't see her and a measure of panic welled up in his chest. Danger... there was danger... she'd had something she'd wanted to tell him and then they'd gone