Pet: A Dark Menage Romance

I mewled instead and he laughed in my face, pulling the vibrator back to its spot where it wasn’t doing me any good. I tried to rub myself against it but the pressure wasn’t enough, and my growl of frustration was pathetic.

“I’d like you to meet my special guest,” he told me with a grin, motioning towards the door. My eyes widened in horror as the woman I’d heard strolled inside.

She was wearing a red cocktail dress and heels. Black curls to her shoulders, deep-set brown eyes and a pretty mouth. Her ass was as curvy as her tits. She was beautiful. So much more beautiful than me.

I looked away, struggling against the restraints that held me to the chair. I didn’t dare say a word, too scared I’d stutter like a fucking fool.

“This is Angel,” King told me simply, and I wondered if he called everyone in his life by pretentious fucking nicknames.

He took the raven-haired beauty’s hand and led her to my chair. She smirked at me and I resisted the urge to spit in her ridiculously pretty face.

“I’d like Angel to join in today,” King told me with a grin. “Would you like that, Pet?”

“No,” I growled, and they both laughed in response like it was the best fucking joke they’d ever heard. “Let me go. I want to go home.”

“I don’t think you do,” King said with a smile. “But we can always remind you of your place, can’t we, Angel?”

She nodded and I hated her more. King’s hand sneaked around her and he whipped her around, bending her at the waist, his hand coming to rest on the small of her back.

“Isn’t she beautiful, Pet?” he asked me, and I was seething with anger, watching him pull her dress up and expose a garter belt with black lacy stockings. “Would you like to watch me fuck her?”

I looked away, feeling the telltale sting of tears in my eyes. I wasn’t going to let him see me cry.

I heard the sound of a palm slapping flesh and bit back a pained cry. He’d spanked her butt, and my own sorry ass flinched in response.

“Angel, get us some drinks,” he told her simply, and the woman sashayed out of the room, swinging her hips as she did so. I felt King approaching me, kneeling down next to my chair.

His hand came to rest on my knee and I hissed when he rubbed my skin.

“Look at me,” he said, and I wanted to resist, but something compelled me to look into his eyes.

He looked strange, almost like he hated the whole ordeal as much as I did. But surely that couldn’t be true. Angel was so much more beautiful than I was. Surely he’d prefer her voluptuous curves to my bony body.

“Do you understand why I’m doing this?” he asked, and my bottom lip trembled. “Do you understand why I’m going to fuck Angel?”

“No,” I whispered, my voice pathetically soft and needy. He reached for the vibrator between my legs and turned the setting up a notch. I gasped when he placed it back between my legs, suddenly feeling so much more sensitive, so much needier.

“Pets should be trained well,” he told me, smoothing a strand of hair from my face and toying with the vibrator, pressing it up against my clit. “If they aren’t, what’s the point in having them? And I want you to follow every order. I want you to be a good little girl and do as I say. Is that clear?”

I looked into his eyes and fought the urge to ask him why he looked so upset if this was the case. But I didn’t. I nodded like a fucking fool.

Angel walked back into the room and again I felt the hotness of tears burning my eyes. She gave King a glass of something fizzy, but he didn’t look at her. His eyes were focused on mine.

“Pet,” he said roughly. “Will you please ask me to fuck her for you?”

I bit my bottom lip and he pushed the vibrator between my pussy lips, right on my clit. I shivered, feeling the vibrations right at my center, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He tapped my cheek softly and I focused on the two people in front of me, my heart pounding and my clit throbbing.

“Will you please…” I looked away from him, to Angel, who looked worried for some reason. Her perfect features were marred by concern, and she was looking at King. I looked back at him, his gaze so intense I could barely hold it. “Will you please fuck her while I watch?”

“Yes, Pet,” he told me with a small smile. “Of course I will.” He got up from the floor and downed the glass of champagne in his hand. He took Angel’s too, and placed the glasses on an end table by my chair. Then, he ripped her dress off in an instant.