Page 23 of Tame Me

I watch as he starts the cremator, and I move to stand by the door. I don’t know why I am scared of him, but I feel uneasy right now. After a while, he opens the door to the cremator and pushes her in with all of her belongings. He shuts the door and puts the cart back in front of the door before turning to look at me.

“Oh, don’t tell me you are scared, Ayla. Were you planning to have tea with her?” Thane asks as he slowly stalks closer.

“Y-you’ve done this before,” I say as I back up.

“Answer,” Thane says, moving closer. “How were you going to kill her, Ayla?”

“I hadn’t decided,” I say quietly, trying not to flinch when my back presses against the door, and he places his hands on either side of me to box me in. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” he asks, lifting my chin.

“Leaving without asking,” I answer.

“Why did you?”

“Because I wanted to give him the revenge no one ever gave me,” I say quietly. “He looked like how I felt before I tried to kill myself…”

“Yeah,” Thane says. “But she’s gone now.”

“What if that other person tries to kill him?” I ask.

“Then we will get to fire up the furnace again,” Thane says. “Go to the cart.”

“No!” I snap, and he raises an eyebrow at me. “Sorry… You aren’t putting me in there, are you?”

“No,” Thane laughs. I sigh heavily and walk to the cart. Thane steps behind me and pushes me over the side of the cart. I move my hands to the door of the furnace as he pulls my pants down.

“Fuck!” I gasp as he pushes his fingers into my pussy.

“Fucking drenched, Ayla,” Thane grunts as he pulls his fingers out of me and grabs my hips. “I promise, I’ll make this up to you later.”

“Wha…” I start to say, but I am cut off when he drives into me as hard as he can. He is slamming into me, and the memories start crashing over me, one by one.

“Re…Yellow,” I whimper.

Thane pulls me up and shoves the cart out of the way before spinning me around. When he leans down and grabs the backs of my thighs, I loop my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. “Better?” he asks.

“Yes!” I moan when he fills me with his cock again.

“Good,” he growls, pushing my back against the door to the cremator. Pinned, all I can do is scream and moan as he pounds into me. I am hugging his head against my chest, and he happily buries his face in my tits as he fucks me.

I see Reid walk in, but I can’t fucking breathe. I lay my head back and cry out my pleasure as an orgasm washes over me, dragging Thane down with me.

When he sets me down, he wraps me in a tight hug. “Reid is here,” I whisper. He kisses the top of my head before helping me back into my pants.

“So,” Reid says with his arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the door to the shed. “Who’s in the furnace?”

“Missy,” Thane says simply. Reid just blinks at him, but is expressionless.

“Alright then,” he says simply.

“Is that fine by you?” Thane asks.

“A little too late now, huh?” Reid snaps, but then stops and closes his eyes.

“She will never hurt you again,” Thane says before looking at me. “Tell him.”

“She had a life insurance policy on you,” I say. “Her phone is in there now, but she was talking to an unsaved number about how your death needed to look like an accident.”