Pet: A Dark Menage Romance

She.

Just.

Didn’t.

Get it.

And there was nothing I could have done.

“It’s okay,” I told her. “You can be angry.”

“Okay,” she said defeatedly, her shoulders falling. “Okay.”

“I’ll make you feel better, though.”

“Why?” She gave me a sad look. “Just so you can fuck with my head some more?”

“That too,” I smiled.

I resisted the urge to rip her clothes off. I wasn’t a sadist. But she made me want to hurt her so badly, because she loved it so much.

“Do you have another place to go?” I asked, and she shook her head no.

“Not really.”

“Do you want me to call your parents? Maybe a friend?”

“No,” she replied.

“Do you want to stay here with me, Pet?” My heart pounded. I wanted her to say yes as badly as I wanted her to storm out the door.

She looked up at me, those pretty blue eyes as picture-perfect as her beautiful face. “Can I?”

“Yes,” I said without hesitation. It was bound to happen eventually. “For as long as you want, okay?”

“Why?”

Because I can’t.

Fucking.

Let.

Go.

“Because you don’t have a place to stay,” I said. “And I want to take care of you for some weird reason.”

“You’re an old pervert,” she said and a nervous giggle escaped her.

“Probably. You’re a fucked-up teenager.”

“Probably.”

We stared at each other.

“Take your clothes off,” I said.

Her hand finally left mine. She stared at me as she pulled off that hoodie. She wasn’t wearing anything under it, and her little tits bounced when she tossed it aside. Her shorts followed next, and she slipped them off over her long, toned legs. I was mesmerized, unable to look away for a single second. She was a beautiful fucking sight.

She stood there in a tiny black thong and I took her in as if she was my last fucking meal. How fitting.

“I can’t just stay with you,” she told me, and I grinned at her.

“But you’re going to.”

“I don’t know you,” she objected.

“You like it better this way.”

“Will you tell me your first name?”

“Will it make a difference?” She was amusing me.

“To me it will,” she said in a small voice.

“Okay,” I replied. “My name is Hayden.”

She giggled. “And your middle name, please.”

“Pushing it,” I warned her. “My initials are HSK.”

“And what does the S stand for?”

She came closer to me, her hand sliding down my chest. She was even more beautiful up close and my heart panged painfully with the thought of losing her forever.

“Seth,” I murmured, and she smiled at me.

“Thanks for telling me,” she said softly. “Master.”

My cock swelled so much it felt like it doubled in size. I had to physically restrain myself from reaching out for her. But she was doing my job for me, touching me here and there, her dainty fingers wrapping around my hand. She toyed with the ring on my finger.

“You weren’t wearing this last time,” she said.

I glanced down at my hand where a heavy signet ring was resting.

“My mother got it for me,” I told her.

She inspected it closely, raising my hand up to see.

“Your initials,” she said.

“In our family crest,” I said.

“It’s beautiful.”

Her fingertips stroked across the initials, and it felt like she was memorizing every single line on that ring of mine.

“Almost looks like a brand.”

Her voice was soft, but my cock jerked at her words.

A brand.

And just like that, the seed was planted.

“Are you going to fuck me tonight?” she asked.

“No,” I told her. “I don’t think so.”

I expected her to pout and fight me, but she nodded instead.

“I think we need some rules if you’re going to stay with me,” I said. “Nothing terrible, don’t worry. But as long as you’re staying here, I want you to follow my rules. Is that clear, Pet?”

I could see the internal battle inside her. She wanted to say no, but she couldn’t. She wanted to submit so badly, even though her mind was telling her not to break.

“What rules?” she wanted to know.

“Do you have a job?” I asked her, and she shook her head, looking embarrassed. “Good. I don’t want you to have one. I want you to be here as much as possible, okay?”

She nodded.

“Make sure you’re home before 9 p.m. if you go somewhere. And I always need to know where you are. You’ll give me your phone number, and I want to make sure you keep your phone on. I’ll need to know who you’re with, too.”

“You sound like a parent,” she smirked.

“No,” I corrected her. “I sound like someone who gives a shit about your safety, Pet.”

She toyed with my tie and I fought the urge to slap the firm globes of her ass.

“Do you want to stay in my room or have your own?”

The question slipped out without me meaning to let it. But I wanted to know.

She looked up at me, big, beautiful eyes with huge dilated pupils.

“With you,” she told me. “Don’t make me sleep by myself.”