Pet: A Dark Menage Romance

“Doubt it,” I said. “You never punish me, anyway.”

“That’s about to change,” he told me, and pushed me to my knees. “Present your tits to your fucking master, Pet.”

My hands shook as I cupped my tits and pushed them up and he groaned.

“You fucking ruined your pretty skin,” he said. “So I’m going to ruin you now.”

“Okay,” I whispered, and opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out.

He cursed out loud, his hand working his cock faster than ever.

“You don’t get to taste it,” he told me. “Not now, not even for fucking weeks.”

“Not fair,” I mewled. I got upset at that, it wasn’t good.

“Shut the fuck up,” he groaned, holding my throat so tightly I could barely draw a breath. “Put your hands behind your back and push your tits out for me.”

I did it, my legs quivering under me. The friction of that thong against my pussy almost making me come.

“Look at me,” he barked, and I did.

He looked so angry. So pissed, and so turned on, it made me giggle. I thought I’d get a slap for that, but he just kept fisting his cock, so hard now I could hear how close he was.

“Say you’re fucking sorry,” he said in a pained voice, and I fluttered my lashes.

“I’m sorry, Master,” I said, and he let go of his cock suddenly, his hands rushing against me, pulling on my hair and making me look up at him. He didn’t even need to guide his dick to my chest, he was so hard. He came all over my tits without even touching himself and I stared at him, loving the feel of his warm cum on my skin.

He grunted and his hand went down to my torso, slapping my tits so hard I yelped, smearing his cum all over my chest.

“What the fuck?” he said, and I forced myself to look away from him, feeling almost delirious. I looked down and saw the design, all smudged from his cum, his thumb circling the drawings frantically and smearing ink all over my sticky skin. “What the fucking hell, Pet?”

“Surprise,” I giggled.

“You…” He kneeled down next to me, one hand pulling my head back so far I gagged, and the other spooning his cum into my mouth.

“You’re fucking unbelievable,” he told me, his fingers shaking as I sucked them clean. “What the fuck am I going to do with you?”

“Something fun,” I whispered. “And terrible.”

He groaned and kissed me, not caring that I had his cum in my mouth. He kissed me differently this time, sweeter. Until he bit down on my bottom lip and dragged it between his teeth, making me cry out loud.

“Now I really have to punish you,” he said against my lips.

“I can’t wait,” I said, feeling the last of his cum running down my throat. “Make it good.”

“I don’t think so,” he grinned. “You’d like that too much, my little whore. But I have the perfect task in mind for you…”TwentyKingShe looked so fucking smug. Not for long.

“What’s the task?” she asked, licking her sinful lips.

I stroked her cheek with my thumb. She was a fucking mess.

I helped her to her feet and led her into the bathroom. She didn’t say a word as I pulled off her soaked thong and pushed her inside the shower. Pet placed her palms on the wall, her back facing me. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at me.

I turned on the water, took off the rest of my clothes, and joined her in the shower. My right hand caressed her ass and my left one went to her tits, washing away the black ink and what was left of my cum. She melted against my touch, her back arching firmly against my chest and her head thrown back so she could look me in the eyes while I cleaned her.

I should’ve made it as clinical as possible, but with her standing like that and soft little moans leaving her lips, it was fucking impossible. I washed her tits clean with some body wash, the lemon one she liked so much, and watched black ink run down the drain. Once the fake tattoo got in touch with water, it left her skin in seconds. A shame, because it was fucking hot, and a relief at the same time. If she’d really done that to herself, I would’ve had her ass. It was only a matter of days now before I took that from her. She didn’t know that yet, though. And she was really going to hate me after this next task.

I washed her hair next, soaping it up with shampoo. She moaned with pleasure as I rinsed it out, the remains of her makeup, too. Everything, until she was a blank canvas for me to use.

Her knees were weak as I helped her out of the shower, and she had to lean against the wall as I toweled her off. Her skin was raw from being scrubbed, raw and red.