Pet: A Dark Menage Romance

She looked so much different when she was younger. So… broken. Her eyes were empty, her posture defensive. She looked scared in even the most candid of pictures. Even the ones she took herself. Like she was constantly awaiting punishment. My hands tightened into fists when I remembered her confession.

I made a list of the people she interacted with most on social media, and dug up their information.

Then, I started calling them.

Friends, classmates, family. I called them all.

I pretended to be her long-lost family friend. I dug for information and wrote down everything I found out.

“Is she okay?” from one of her schoolmates. “I haven’t seen her in months. I’ve been worried.”

“She’s fine,” I promised. “I just spoke to her today, she’s just been busy.”

“I’m glad she found something,” the girl said. “She always seemed a little lost to me.”

I found out she cut off contact with everyone six months ago when she decided to take a gap year. All her friends from school were kept in the dark as she disappeared on them. They were more than willing to talk about her, tell me about her, and I drank up the information hungrily.

I even called her old roommate. Not the bitchy one, the one that whored around.

She wasn’t as nice. It quickly became apparent her roommates didn’t give a shit about her.

Very carefully, she had cut off anyone and everyone she meant something to. She’d removed herself from the equation until the only people left around her were those who didn’t give a shit. And I had no fucking idea why. No idea what had happened after she graduated high school and left everyone that cared about her. But I was going to find out.

I wanted to get to the bottom of it badly. But I also realized three hours had gone by, and I couldn’t fucking stand not hearing her voice a moment longer.

I called her on video and she picked up on the second ring.

Her hair was up in a towel, she wasn’t wearing makeup anymore. She was wearing a nightie now, a cute silk and lace slip.

“Lonely?” I asked her, and she rolled her eyes. She moved on the bed and her movement gave me a glimpse of skin. It almost made me shiver.

“Bored,” she replied. “What are you up to?”

Missing you.

Wanting you in my arms, where you fucking belong.

“Boring work shit,” I told her.

She held the phone close so the only thing I could see were her full, plump lips.

“I want you in my pussy,” she told me, and I groaned. “I want you fucking me right now. I guess I’ll have to do it myself since you’re not here.”

The phone went between her legs and I glared at her as she slid a finger inside her wetness, moaning softly.

“Pet,” I growled. “Hands off your fucking self, right now.”

“You can’t stop me,” she giggled, but the sound was interrupted by a long, sensual moan. “I’m gonna do whatever the hell I want.”

I gritted my teeth, contemplating ending the call. But I didn’t.

“You’ll regret that,” I told her.

“I don’t care.”

“You will soon enough.” I angled the phone towards my pants where my dick was straining against the fabric and she mewled. “Miss me?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “So much.”

“You want to act like a little porn star?” I asked her, and she laughed. “Fine, Pet. I’ll give you what you want.”

Her phone only showed a glimpse of her face, and it was twisted in a moan. I wanted to choke her for disobeying.

“What… what will you give me?” she gasped.

“I’m leaving now,” I told her simply. “You’re allowed to come only if you film it for me. I’ll be waiting for the video in my inbox.”

“You can’t fucking-”

I disconnected the call.

And then I sat on that hotel bed like a fucking moron for what felt like ages, with my dick throbbing in my fist and my thoughts full of her. She was messing with my head and I was letting her.

My phone pinged with a message what felt like hours later.

The grab I made for it was so desperate I would’ve felt embarrassed about it if she were there with me.

I opened her message. Something was waiting for me.

It was her pretty face, contorted in pure ecstasy, the moment she came. Her hair hung around her shoulders, wet from the shower. Her eyes were rolled back, her cheeks red, and her mouth slightly parted. I memorized every detail of that fucking picture for later.

It wasn’t a fucking video, though.

But it still made me spill my load all over my fucking fingers. I hadn’t even noticed I’d started stroking myself until my cock was already pulsating with the need to explode.

She was going to pay for that, the little slut.

I ignored the picture, not bothering to tell her what she’d done to me. Better to leave her wondering.