My little Petal stops in front of the open door and stares up at me. Her gaze is innocent, almost too innocent. It reminds me of someone, but who?
“Inside.”
“I won’t fit in there,” she murmurs.
“Yes, you will. Bend your knees.”
She does as she’s told until she’s safely tucked inside, holding her knees to her chest.
“Close it.” I stand in front of her.
Her trembling fingers latch onto the door and she pulls it closed.
I tug harder and faster on my dick as I watch her, vulnerable, naked, and all fucking mine.
“I could’ve fucked you tonight,” I groan with the anger I feel.
“Then do it.”
“No. You made a mistake.”
“Jasper, please.” She stares between me and my dick, seeing that I’m close.
“Open your legs and your mouth.”
She complies, a sliver of excitement on her face.
“Are you mine, Pet?”
“I-I am.”
“Repeat it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Just mine?”
“Just yours.”
I come then.
My shoulders and ass tighten with the force of my release. My cum splatters through the bars of the cage, covers her mouth, lips, tits and drips down her legs.
She’s marked and all mine.
Her eyes draw downward with obvious disappointment even though she licks her lips —licks me.
I reach through the bars and smear my cum over her mouth then thrust two fingers inside, making her suck them.
When they’re clean, she releases the digits with a pop.
“Good girl.”
“I hate you.” A tear slides down her cheek as she trembles with unfinished lust. “I hate you so much.”
“I hate you, too, my pet.”
I just don’t know when our hate started to morph into something entirely different.24GeorginaIt's the middle of the night when there's a knock on the door.
I groan at my stiff limbs, rubbing my eyes.
"Who the fuck is that?" Jasper demands, and I shrug, still sleepy and uncomfortable in my cage.
"Let me go check," I mutter just as the person on the other side of the door begins talking.
"Georgie, are you in there? It's me, Bill."
I exchange a glance with Jas, and he presses a finger to his lips, motioning for me to stay quiet.
"I'll get rid of him," I whisper.
"No, you won't." He grits out the words, opening the cage and dragging me out, and an excited yelp leaves my lips. "I'm dealing with this fucker once and for fucking all. He's crossed the last strike. He's done."
"Don't hurt him," I warn, but it's the last few words I get out, because the next moment, Jas swipes my panties up off the floor and shoves them in my mouth. They're dripping wet with my juices, and I flush as he drags me to the bedroom and handcuffs me back to the bed.
“Behave,” he pats my cheek, and my heart races as he heads for the door.
He leaves the bedroom door open, so I get to listen to the whole conversation, though I can't see Bill from where I'm splayed out on the bed.
"Can I help you?" Jas' voice booms from the hallway.
"Umm... Who are you? Oh,” I hear Bill say.
"I think I should ask you the same. What the fuck are you doing here?"
"Checking on Georgie." Bill's voice is defensive. "I just want to make sure she's okay."
"She's doing just fine," Jasper bites out. "Now, can I help you with something? Like getting your ass the fuck out of here?"
"Excuse me," Bill huffs. "I don't appreciate being talked to like that. I only want the best for Georgie and I truly don't think you're it."
The sound of Jas' laughter fills the hallway as I struggle against the handcuffs. I don't even know whether I want Bill to help or not. A part of me wants this. Wants to be Jas' willing captive. Another part is desperate to break free, and I still don't know which one is winning.
"I think I'll be the judge of that," Jasper says coolly. "Or better yet, Georgie will. I'm sure you can check in with her at work, she'll tell you just how much she's fucking loving having me around."
"You're sick," Bill tells him. "I know you're doing something messed up to her in there. I'm going to come back with the cops if you don't stop."
"Are you threatening me?" I can feel Jasper's rage all the way down the hallway, and it makes me shiver and fear for Bill.
"Yes, I am," Bill pipes up. He's either the bravest or the stupidest man alive, and I really hope he's smart enough not to come back here, because Jas is probably moments away from killing him. "I'm coming back in a few hours, and I'll bring my friend who works for the police."
"Try me," Jas grits out. "Just try me. Because I'm going to make you wish you were never fucking born."
I blink faster and faster, praying Bill just leaves.
"You're a terrible man," he finally mutters, and I hear the sound of retreating footsteps. "Awful, horrible man."