Bad Pet (His Pet)

I begin rubbing her clit from over her undies, making her wetter. Then I also keep my other hand busy, pulling and twisting her nipples. My pet moans louder. So, I sweep aside her underwear and slip two fingers inside her core. It is slick and smooth with her overflowing juices. My fingers glide effortlessly inside her. I can’t help but picture my cock pushing in her too.

I will not be this gentle when it’s my cock, though, I think to myself. I will make sure to fuck her so hard that she will crave me and only me when we’re through.

My pet’s insides begin to tighten and squeeze my fingers. She is close to her orgasm. Just then, Mike knocks at the small window. We’re back at the hotel, so I pull my finger out and lick it clean. She meets my eyes in protest and tuts.

Her disappointment makes me laugh. “Let’s get inside first.”

Chapter Eleven - Sloane

Against my better judgment and because of my raging desire, I stepped inside Dark Club again. I spotted Owen before he saw me, and I watched him looking for someone. What kind of father is this man for Myah to hate him so much that she runs away with a stranger just to get away from him? He saw me before I could even answer myself, so I pretended not to notice him and headed to the bar.

I knew I would be having sex with him sooner than later, so I didn’t bother ordering a drink. Instead, I watched him as he walked towards me. When he was closer, I met his eyes and smiled at him. He was searching for me, and that made my pussy wet. This hunk wants me as much as I want him. I crossed the small distance between us, and he immediately grabbed my arm and pulled me to a corner. There, he told me that he wanted to take me to his hotel room, and I eagerly agreed.

That was less than an hour ago. And now that I’m wrapped in Owen’s trench coat and in the hotel’s elevator, I begin to question my actions. I feel nauseous from the tense knots in my stomach. There are so many secrets between us now, and I don’t think that says anything positive about our arrangement. How will he react once he sees my name on the confidentiality paper? Will he revoke our contract? Will he get mad at me?

Owen suddenly grabs my ass and squeezes it, making me more aware of the flooding wetness in my pussy and down my thighs. All the nervous energy leaves my body, and the only thing in my mind now is a blinding desire to have sex with him again. This fucking hot and demanding hunk is making me irrational.

The elevator stops, and Owen grabs my hand to lead me back to his room, which is not even a room, but a suite. My mind suddenly thinks of my father and how he would approve of this display of riches. I wonder whether he would ask Owen for his financial report if they ever get to meet. Not that I plan to arrange that meetup because I prefer to keep my father out of my personal involvements as much as possible.

Owen slips the don’t disturb sign on the knob and pulls me inside.

“Come with me, pet,” he orders.

He leads me to the love seat and removes the coat and my panties. I’m naked in front of this fully clothed man. Yet, instead of feeling shameful, I’m more aroused.

The General smiles at me while sitting on the love seat. “Turn around, pet. Let me see all of you.”

Slowly I turn in a circle clad in nothing but my mask. It feels good to be seen by him.

“Come to me.”

Owen takes me over his knee and caresses my smooth bottom. He spreads my leg a bit. Then he hits my ass. I gasp in surprise. He spanks me again, then pushes two fingers inside me.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Tell me that feels good.”

I gasp. “It feels so good. Thank you, sir.”

He eagerly fingers me, pushing as deep as his fingers can in my tight hole. I’m fully aware of the wetness seeping from my pussy to his thigh and the growling heat inside me that wants to escape. I want to come so badly. Owen must have sensed it because he pulls out his fingers and starts playing with my sensitive clit. He twists, pinches, and pulls the bud until I reach my edge — the electrifying intensity of my desire coursing through my body.

“Can I come, sir?”

He chuckles. “Not yet, my bad girl.”

Owen helps me up and forces me to kneel in front of him. “Suck my cock,” he orders.

“Lean back,” I whisper as I help him remove his pants. I don’t know if he hears me, but he closes his eyes when I start stroking him. His cock is more than ready for my pussy. But I still crave to taste him first before he takes me.