Chapter 118

A rattle at the door made him shove the cuffs under a pillow and move to stand by the fireplace where the dildo was hidden behind the clock. He braced himself.

“Sam?” a soft, female voice whispered through the door.

“Iris?” he rattled the door handle. “Iris, is that you?”

“Are you alone?”

“Yes, can you get the door open?” He pressed an ear to the panel, then moved back as he heard the latch click. The door opened cautiously and there she was.

She pushed him back and came into the room, locking it behind her. “Are you hurt?” she said, touching his face.

“Sore knuckles. I hit him.”

She picked up his hand and inspected the bruising. “He has a huge bruise on his eye. He is furious and I am terrified what he might do to you.”

“I know. I need to get out, but he cannot find you helping me.”

“I want to come with you.” Iris stood rigid, mouth grim. “I want you to take me with you.”

“Um…” Sam hesitated. He was fairly sure she knew were his inclinations lay, but…