Pet: A Dark Menage Romance

He looked into my eyes, his cock throbbing inside me.

“I wasn’t supposed to fuck you,” he groaned. “Or touch you. You’re being a fucking brat…”

“I’ll do anything,” I said again. “I thought you were leaving, I thought you were done.”

He groaned and started fucking me, and my eyes rolled back and my pussy took all of him in and clenched around his length.

“I’ll never be fucking done,” he growled. “Don’t you fucking see that?”

I fought the orgasm that was building inside me and clawed at his back.

“You…” I swallowed. “You need to punish me…”

He grabbed my jaw and fucked me until I cried.

“I. Fucking. Can’t,” he groaned and my heart pounded. “I fucking can’t!”FourteenKingWe didn’t talk about it again.

And she got better, she did. I could tell she was consciously trying not to upset me. But it also meant she was walking around me on eggshells, twitching at every sign of trouble and biting her lip nervously at any sign of conflict. It was making me angry. She acted almost as if she was afraid of me, and I didn’t fucking like it.

We’d fucked. Every day. The sex was insane. Intense, crazy. She’d end up in tears or passing out and I’d dig the hole I was in just a little deeper with every touch I shared with my Pet.

It was the weekend, and I had special plans for Pet. Of course, she had no idea yet, so when I came home that Saturday and gave her a big cardboard box, she gave me a quizzical, but excited look.

“What’s this?” she asked me, and I grinned.

“Open it.”

Her hands shook as she took off the lid and sifted through the tissue paper. She pulled out the garment, a pretty black dress I thought would go well with her complexion. Her eyes widened as she looked it over, draping it over her arm. The dress was modest for my taste, but still sexy enough. It was short, with long sheer sleeves and bejeweled cuffs. It would look beautiful on my Pet.

“Thank you, it’s gorgeous,” she said softly as I shrugged my jacket off. “What’s the occasion? Are we going somewhere?”

“Dinner,” I told her, and she perked up. I hadn’t really taken her out anywhere. We’d been cooped up in the apartment for weeks.

She grinned at that. “Where to?”

“La Maison. I got a table for four in an hour, so you might want to get ready now, Pet.”

“A table for four? Who are we going with?” she asked, and I walked over to her, smoothing her hair away from her face.

“Your parents.” I grinned, and she swallowed, hard.

“My parents?”

“Yes,” I confirmed. “I spoke to your father a few days ago.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” She was getting feisty, and I gave her a warning look. She backed down right away, and I almost regretted it. “One hour?”

“Yes, an hour, so be a good Pet and get ready now.”

She nodded meekly and made a move for the bathroom. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards me.

“It’ll be fine,” I told her. Her eyes were dancing over my face, trying to understand why I was doing this. “We’ll have fun. I won’t be a dick, promise.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “I wasn’t worried about… that.”

“What then?” I rubbed my thumb along the inside of her wrist and she moaned softly.

“I didn’t think… you’d want to meet my parents. I guess it’s a bit of a surprise.”

“I want to know everything about you, Pet,” I told her simply. “And don’t worry. I’ll call you Sapphire in front of them.”

I expected her to giggle, but she frowned instead.

“What should I call you?” she asked softly.

“Whatever you want to,” I told her, and let her go.

She took her time getting ready, but once she walked out into the living room again, I was left speechless. She looked fucking stunning. That mass of hair, tumbling down her back in pretty waves. Her heels were high and her dress was much too short. Perfect. She’d painted her lips a cherry-red I wanted to ruin. I made a promise to myself to do just that. Preferably in the restaurant.

“Shall we go, Pet?” I asked her, and she nodded.

I took her hand and led her downstairs to the car. As always, my driver was sitting in the front and the partition was up. She got into the backseat and I followed behind. For the whole ride, Pet fidgeted with the hem of her dress and would barely look at me.

“Why are you nervous?” I finally asked her.

She gave me a fleeting look, but no answer.

“Pet.” My voice held a warning tone. “No fucking secrets.”

“I haven’t seen them,” she admitted, looking out of the window at the moving city outside. “My parents. I haven’t seen them in a while.”

Six fucking months, I wanted to remind her.