Pet: A Dark Menage Romance Page 7

  And yet he seemed intent on hurting me. As if he was trying to push me away. I swore to myself he’d never succeed.

  “Stop staring, Pet,” he muttered with his eyes still closed.

  “I’m not,” I lied.

  He reached for me and pulled me against him, but I only struggled a little. He held me against his chest and I took it gladly, familiarizing myself with the contours of his body.

  “Liar,” he whispered into my hair. His eyes opened and he licked my cheek. “Filthy little liar.”

  My ass jerked against his groin and he groaned.

  “Don’t do that.”

  “I can’t help it,” I said, and my ass grinded on him more.

  His arms tightened across my middle and he held onto me, not moving at all. His grip was hard and so was his cock.

  “You’re going to get yourself in trouble,” he said.

  I looked at him over my shoulder. The sun was rising outside, the sky colored in pretty pinks and blues. It was so quiet. So still.

  “You need to fuck me,” I told him softly.

  “I don’t need to do anything, Pet.”

  “I’ll beg.”

  “Begging won’t help you.”

  “Then I’ll just have to take what I want.”

  I slipped the covers from my body until I was completely exposed. The room was cool and my nipples tightened into tight little points as he stared at me. His hand slid down my chest, over my tummy, and stopped on my left inner thigh. He was wearing boxers, but I could see how stiff he was, the outline of his cock against the fabric almost painfully hard.

  “No more waiting,” I said, and he groaned.

  “Don’t fucking tempt me, Pet.”

  I laughed. “I wouldn’t do such a thing, sir.”

  He stared at me as my legs opened for him, his fingers digging into my thigh but not moving a single inch, that small distance that would’ve changed everything for me. I threw my head back in frustration but didn’t make a fucking sound. I pushed my tits up, arching my back, and his nails dug deeper.

  “You want this?” he said.

  I didn’t reply, I just looked at him. It was obvious what I wanted, and he was being an idiot not taking advantage of me when I was practically begging him for it.

  My lips parted slightly and I moaned so softly he might not even have heard it. So softly he’d have to press his ear against my mouth to hear.

  And he did.

  I moaned again, and he grabbed my waist with his free hand, slamming me into the mattress.

  “Stop,” he told me, his mouth hot against mine.

  “I can’t,” I said, and my hips bucked against him. “I can’t, I’m so sorry, I just can’t.”

  He groaned. Both his hands wrapped around my waist and he held me in place as if preventing me from moving would change a single thing between us. His hands were so big his fingers touched in the middle of my tiny waist. He held on so tightly it hurt.

  “Shut the fuck up, Pet,” he said and I breathed his warm breath.

  I moaned into his mouth, so low and sensual.

  He shook his head like he was trying to tell us both to stop.

  But I kept going.

  Moaning.

  Whispering.

  Soft little pleas for him to fuck me.

  He was shaking now. His grip was intense and his touch was electric. I couldn’t think about anything else other than having him inside me. Right then and there.

  “Don’t do it,” I said, and my legs parted for him.

  He looked confused for a second, but I went on.

  “Promise you won’t fuck me,” I said, my voice shaky. “Promise you won’t do it.”

  “Why, Pet?” His voice was gentle. “Why did you change your mind?”

  “You’re going to hurt me,” I realized out loud. “This is going to end badly for me.”

  My legs trembled. I was sure he could feel my heart pounding. He didn’t say a thing. He just stared at me, his grip on my waist so hard I knew I’d have bruises in a few hours.

  “Ask again,” he grunted.

  “Don’t fuck me, Master,” I whispered. “Please, fucking please, don’t ever fuck me.”

  My legs wrapped around his waist, my naked pussy pressing against his boxers. I could feel the tip of his cock through the fabric, pressing against my hotness.

  “Keep asking,” he said. “Keep fucking asking and I’ll punish you for every time you beg me not to do it.”

  “Promise you won’t.”

  He pinned my hands above my head and my chest heaved under his watchful eyes.

  “I don’t want you touching me.”

  He licked me from my bellybutton to my collarbone and I cried out.

  “I’ll do anything if you just let me go right now.”

  He bit my neck, hard and I cried out again.

  “Don’t… don’t do this to me.”

  His teeth dug into my skin. His nails dragged painful lines along my stomach.

  “Please don’t. Please promise you won’t.”

  He exhaled against my mouth and took it for himself, tasting me, claiming every inch of it with his tongue. One hand left my waist and went to his boxers. He pulled his cock out. I started to cry.

  “Don’t,” I begged.

  “I won’t,” he said and pushed his cock between my pussy lips.

  I whimpered. A tear ran down my cheek. I hated him so much.

  “No?” he asked me, and I shook my head.

  “No, don’t, please.”

  Words. Just fucking words. Words that didn’t mean a thing when my pussy was dripping all over him, when my body was begging for him to use it. He could feel it. The trembling, the shivers, the sparks. It was all there in my mess of a body.

  His hands held mine above my head. I fought against him, desperate to touch him, desperate to wrap my arms around his neck, desperate to touch every inch of his skin. But he wouldn’t let me.

  “Please,” I yelped in frustration. “Please, let go!”

  He pushed his cock in a little way. So tight. The pain. I could feel it ripping.

  “No?” he asked again.

  I looked into his eyes, and my heart broke for the first time.

  “No,” I begged, and he pushed inside me, slowly, firmly, breaking me all the way in. It felt so fucking good, and it hurt even better.

  I cried out pathetically, and it made him groan so loud. His lips met my ear and he exhaled against it, his cock buried hard and deep. I could feel him holding back. I could also feel how close he was to letting go.

  “I’m so sorry, Pet,” he said gently.

  “It’s okay,” I promised, and then I couldn’t stop repeating it as he started to fuck me.

  “It’s okay.”

  His apologies, soft murmurs in my ear as he broke down every bit of me.

  “It’s okay.”

  The warm trickle of blood down my thigh as he really started fucking me.

  “It’s okay.”

  His painful exhale as he pounded inside me without mercy, ignoring my sobbing.

  “It’s okay.”

  The pain. The fucking blinding, white-hot pain that built and built and built and then exploded until I saw black.

  “Please,” I cried out. “Please, oh my God, please!”

  “Come for me,” he ordered, and I did, and it hurt better than anything he’d ever done to me. “Fuck, good girl…”

  I could only whimper. I felt him getting bigger, so big it felt like he was ripping me apart.

  “Pull out,” I begged him. “Pull out, don’t come.”

  “No,” he growled, his voice so angry it scared me.

  “I’m not protected,” I said, whimpering again.

  He fucked me harder, punctuating every thrust with a word.

  “I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck. Pet!”

  He broke me with a searing kiss, and I screamed my release into his mouth. He was fucking insane. And maybe so was I.

  He hitched my hip
s, pushed a pillow under my ass and it made him go in deeper. It was strangely cathartic.

  No more words, no more thoughts, no more feelings.

  No way to express what he was doing to me.

  No chance for me to go back from this.

  “Pet,” he hissed, his balls slapping off my ass. “Spread your whore legs.”

  I did.

  “Beg for it,” he grunted.

  “Please.” My voice was so soft, even though I wanted to scream. “Please, oh God, please.”

  It turned into a mantra, please and oh please, and oh God please, over and over again until it was the soundtrack to that moment, forever in my mind.

  His hand left my ass and wrapped around my throat. He looked into my eyes as he fucked my needy cunt.

  “What are you?” he asked.

  “Yours.” It was so simple.

  “My what?” His fingers tightened. His cock throbbed.

  “Yours!” I cried out, but he wouldn’t let me look away. His eyes. His fucking eyes were on fire.

  “My fucking what?” He squeezed again. It hurt. Hurt so bad. So close to passing out. So close to letting go.

  “Pet,” I whispered, and he squeezed tighter, and fucked harder, and stared deeper.

  One final thrust and he stopped moving. I sobbed and he stayed still, so still it felt like time had frozen, so burning deep I thought he’d broken something else inside me. And then I felt him coming, so slowly, so painfully slowly, and then all at once, his cock spasming inside me. I clenched my pussy and his cum oozed into me and I just stared at him with my eyes wide, and my mouth open. And he held me in place like a fucking toy and waited until his balls were empty.

  “Say thank you,” he said, without moving an inch.

  “Th-thank you.”

  My pussy swelled with him inside me. So tight I was sure he wouldn’t even be able to pull out. But he didn’t even try to.

  He held me by the throat and watched my eyes roll back as he took my breath away. And when I was close to passing out, he kissed me.

  Sweet.

  Gentle.

  Firm.

  With so much love in that single kiss, I’d never be able to believe him when he told me he didn’t care about me.

  I closed my eyes and accepted the darkness.

  Ten

  King

  1 week later

  She was settling in well.

  And every day made it worse. The feelings I promised myself I wouldn’t have were getting stronger and stronger until it felt like I’d lose my damn mind if I didn’t make her submit fully.

  I didn’t push her those first few days. I let her do her own thing, settle into my home at her own pace. I spent most of the time in my office, and was sparse with my questions when I came back home. She seemed timid and brave at the same time, quickly laying claim to my place.

  Pet was messy, really fucking messy. She’d leave clothes everywhere, strewn across the floor along with her shoes. I’d had her stuff delivered the day after she moved in, and the amount of shit she owned was fucking appalling. Clothes and shoes and bags and makeup, perfume and teddy bears and notebooks, books upon books upon books. So many fucking books.

  She was always reading, always carrying a book around with her. Stuff I didn’t know, stuff I recognized from bestseller charts, classics. She read everything. I’d caught her reading the back of a shampoo bottle once, intently. The girl was born to be a reader. Her books were everywhere. She didn’t dogear or leave coffee rings on them, she just let them litter every-fucking-thing. It was driving me insane.

  I’d told her several times she wasn’t supposed to do it. She needed to clean her shit up because it was driving me mental having to walk through the mazes of crap.

  She did it half-assedly here and there. I told her that day she needed to sort her stuff out, and she seemed especially petulant about it.

  I knew why that was.

  I hadn’t fucked her, hadn’t so much as fucking touched her in a whole week.

  And she was desperate for it.

  I was pretty sure she was asking for it, and when I opened the door to my apartment that night, my suspicions were confirmed by the ridiculous sight that greeted me.

  The brat had cleared everything up, but she’d stacked her huge collection of books in piles and had built a fort around the couch with them. A fucking fort.

  The little slut was sitting on the couch, feet kicked up, wearing a scrap of fabric she called panties. She had socks on, cute pink ones with white ruffles. Her hair was down and wild and covering her naked tits. And she was wearing her glasses, the ones she usually pretended didn’t exist.

  She giggled when I walked in, and my blood boiled.

  “Did I not tell you to clean up?” I asked as I set my briefcase and blazer down.

  “I did,” she pouted. “I cleaned up really well.”

  She pushed her glasses up her nose and put the book she was reading aside, carefully closing it around the bookmark and placing it on one of the stacks. She lay there with her legs splayed and her pussy dripping, pushing aside the fabric of her panties and teasing me. I didn’t know how she did it, but every time I saw her naked, she was smooth as can be. It was driving me fucking insane.

  “You built a fort,” I accused her, and she rolled her eyes. Her tits jiggled when she sprang from the couch.

  “I was just having some fun,” she said, walking up to me.

  “Not my idea of fun,” I said.

  She stopped in front of me, nearly naked and beautiful and so frustrated because she wanted me to touch her.

  I reached out and pushed her glasses higher up the bridge of her nose. She grabbed my wrist and held it to her mouth, sucking on my fingers one by one. I watched her do it.

  “You need to put those books away,” I told her, and she shook her head no, her mouth latched onto three fingers at once. “I’m serious, Pet, they’re annoying the fuck out of me.”

  She popped my fingers out of her mouth with a loud sucking sound.

  “Make me?” It was a request, not a dare.

  She made me so weak.

  I grasped her wrists and pulled her towards me. Her hot little body was excited, her ass bumping against my cock and making me want to choke that disobedience out of her.

  But no, we weren’t playing that game tonight. I had something else in mind for my special little Pet.

  My fingers traveled down her back, pressing down on her spine. I reached her ass, the thong she was wearing so miniscule it made me angry. I wrapped my forearm around her throat and she gasped when I caged her in.

  “Panties off,” I told her.

  Her hands shook as she pulled them down. Her ass trembled against my groin and had to remind myself she was new to this, she couldn’t take too much, she couldn’t take it too hard.

  “Please,” she said in that raspy voice of hers, and I put my hand over her pussy, shielding her from myself. “Oh God, please, sir.”

  “Shut the fuck up,” I groaned, and she did.

  Her breath hitched and I could almost feel her holding back. Trying to stop herself from making a single sound.

  “Breathe in,” I whispered in her ear.

  She wheezed when she did it, her body shaking.

  “Good girl, now breathe out. Nice and deep, okay?”

  She nodded and breathed for me. It didn’t calm her down. She hyped herself up more until her body was a shaky fucking mess in my hands.

  I whipped her around to look at her, my hand still between her legs.

  “You know I’m not trying to hurt you?” I asked her roughly, and she nodded over and over again. “You know I’m just trying to teach you some manners?”

  “Yeah,” she whispered, and I smacked her cheek with my free hand. She gasped in shock when I did it, holding her cheek and giving me a searing gaze.

  “Why?” she wanted to know.

  “Is that how you answer me?” I asked her, and she shook her head. No. No, it wasn’t.
Damn right it wasn’t. “So tell me fucking properly.”

  “Yes, Master,” she said.

  “Yes, Master what?”

  “Yes, I understand you’re not trying to hurt me.” She swallowed thickly. “Master.”

  “Are you going to like this?” I asked her, my hand taking her throat. “Promise me you will, Pet.”

  “I will,” she whispered. Her eyes were so trusting it was killing me. “I promise I will love it, Master.”

  I bent her over the kitchen table and she gasped when her tits hit the cold surface. She parted her legs on instinct but the rest of her body was frozen. I made her stay down, one hand on her head, one on the small of her back. Like a good little girl, she crossed her arms at the wrists on her back. It made my cock twitch in my pants.

  I unzipped and the sound made her go feral, her body bucking and her pretty little mouth begging for me. She moaned when I pressed the tip of my cock against her pussy. She was dripping down her thighs and it didn’t even make her flinch anymore.

  “You want this, don’t you?” I asked, and she nodded, looking at me over her shoulder. “Tell me how bad.”

  She stared at me with her eyes wide open, but she didn’t say a word.

  I dragged the tip of my cock over her pussy lips and she moaned softly.

  “Please, I need it,” she whispered.

  “You need to give me more than that,” I told her, wetting my dick with her juices and sliding it across her pert ass.

  “Please, Master, I’ll do anything, I need it so much.” She licked her juicy little lips as she begged. “You’ve left me waiting for too long, please…”

  “So you’ve been playing games with me, Pet?” I asked, and she looked away. “Come on, answer me.”

  “You wouldn’t touch me,” she tried to defend herself. “You would barely look at me.”

  I let my fingers slide over her lips, my cock pressing against the skin between her pussy and her tight ass.

  “I’m looking at you now,” I reminded her. “I’m touching you now…”

  “But I need more,” she mewled, and I grinned at her.

  I made an impulse decision. I could fuck her pussy for hours, make her come so many times she wouldn’t be able to hold herself up anymore. But I wanted something else.

  With a groan, I spat down, and time stood still before she realized what I’d done. When she felt it running down the crack of her ass, she flinched. She knew what was coming.