Pet: A Dark Menage Romance

I pulled out a vibrator, not a big one, not a particularly fancy one, either. The silver color glinted in the light as I turned around. I watched her eyes spark with fear. For a second, I’m sure she thought I had a knife. And for a second, she was fucking excited.

More fucked up than I thought she would be.

I walked back to her and turned the toy on to the lowest setting. She opened her legs wider when I slipped a hand between them. She was still soaking wet. Her pussy lips were red and puffy, making me give her an indulgent smile she didn’t deserve.

I placed the toy at her slit, teasing her pussy lips open with it until it pressed up against her clit. She mewled as I closed her legs.

“Are you gonna keep them closed?” I asked, getting up from the floor.

She nodded obediently as I pulled my belt out of my pants. Her eyes widened. I kneeled back down and slipped the belt around her thighs, pulling them together and buckling it in place. Her legs were bound tightly now, with the vibrator gently working her pussy.

“It’s not enough,” she whimpered, and I laughed at her.

“Not enough?” I wanted to know.

“To… to make me come.” Her eyes were begging me for mercy. “That’s not enough to make me come, sir.”

My cock twitched at her words. I tipped her chin back, stroking her lips. Her eyes filled with need.

“Quite the expert now, are you?” I teased her, and a nervous giggle escaped her pretty lips.

I moved my hand between her legs and my thumb ghosted over her pussy, coming away wet with her slippery juices. I raised it to her lips and she latched her sweet little mouth onto it eagerly, sucking it like she was still a little girl, with her eyes glued to mine.

I couldn’t make her stop, especially when the pathetic vibrations worked their magic and she moaned my name, so softly it felt like a dream.

She looked into my eyes as she sucked my thumb, and I felt a really strong urge to stroke her pretty face. I resisted. She was making me weak.

Her breaths quickened and her sucking got more vigorous. Her eyes didn’t move from mine.

I wanted to hate her in that moment, because I knew she would be the fucking end of me.

And then the doorbell rang, and I pulled my thumb out of her mouth with a pop.

“Let’s play now, Pet,” I said, heading out of the room.

Her soft pleas followed me all the way to the front door.FiveSapphireI stared at his retreating back, not knowing when or if he’d be back. He could just leave me in here, the head of the vibrator trying to work some magic but failing miserably. I was getting worked up, my pussy tingling and desperate to come, but the pathetic vibrations between my legs would never be enough. My heart was pounding with the thought of what might follow next.

I wanted him to fuck me so badly.

I heard conversation in the hallway, two voices laughing like I wasn’t tied to a chair in the other room. One of them was his, deep and dark and careless, and the other voice belonged to a woman.

I already hated her, hated the way she laughed, the flirty tone in her perfectly husky voice. I wanted to cry out and let her now I was only a door away. I wanted to tear the ropes away and walk back into the beautiful living room, smack the living hell out of the bitch who now held King’s attention.

Jealousy tore through me and I moaned, trying to break free. But he’d buckled the belt against my legs tightly, and my limbs were tied to the chair so firmly I couldn’t move an inch. I hated him, too. Fucking hated him.

I heard approaching footsteps and I stiffened in the chair. I felt awkward as fuck, nervous and ugly and stupid for getting myself into a situation like this.

The door opened slowly, and he walked back inside. He’d rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and his arms looked muscular and strong. I longed for him to touch me. He gave me a fleeting look, his eyes admiring the work he’d done with the rope, and briefly lingering on the wetness between my legs. My pussy spasmed when he looked at it, and my clit throbbed. Throbbed for him.

“Feeling good, Pet?” he asked me with a grin, and I growled at him like a fucking animal.

“Fuck you,” I spat out, and he laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. “Let me go. I want to leave.”

He came towards me, roughly grasping my throat between his fingers and looking into my eyes.

“Say that again,” he said, his other hand pushing the vibrator deeper between my legs, right up to the part of me that hadn’t been broken yet. I gasped out loud. “Come on, Pet. Say it right now and I’ll let you leave. I’ll even let you borrow my jacket so you can cover up your sweet ass.”