Beloved Pet

“Yes, sir,” she said, and left.

Chapter 13

William

The next time she came to me, it was a weekend, when both of us were at the office, working. She was in yoga pants with a loose ponytail and no bra under her faded t-shirt.

And as soon as I opened my office door to her, she said:

“I want you to spank me.”

I stared at her.

“Come in, Jocelyn.”

I wondered how many people who weren’t in her workout classes got a chance to see her like this. Utterly casual, irresistibly sexy. I wanted to spank her, until she cried, and I wanted to fuck her like I did in the conference room.

Except it wasn’t really fucking, and that was the problem. I’d practically made love to her in front of that window. I hadn’t meant to. But she’d felt it.

I couldn’t let myself go down that road, could I? I wanted to, but I held back. Not with her, my employee, who I wasn’t supposed to be having sex with, let alone falling in love with.

The way she’d crumpled on my office floor, after I’d touched her let me know she was confused, conflicted, ashamed of her desires and angry at me for awakening them. Even if she didn’t always show it, the resentment was a vein running deep.

“I’ll spank you if you really want me to, Jocelyn,” I told her, hating myself for saying it. “But I’ll warn you that you might not like it. It will attach you to me in ways you might not be ready for.”

She swallowed thickly.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she said, her voice slightly rough. “I just asked you to spank me, not take me out on a date.”

I looked at her, carefully. Searchingly. I wanted to believe she could just be my normal pet, not my beloved pet, not my sweet pet.

But I knew we were both in too deep to go back to that possibility.

“This is what you do, isn’t it?” she crossed her arms. “You spank women, at that club.”

Well, I used to do that. But I hadn’t had any desire to, since I’d met her. All I was able to think about or want was Jocelyn.

“That’s all I’m asking for,” she said. “I don’t expect anything else.”

I decided to take her at her word.

She followed me downstairs I have that lead from my office to a secret chamber, and I selected one of my smallest paddles from the wall. I have a whole room down here. But I haven’t wanted to use it for anyone but her.

I sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned her to lay down across my lap.

She eyed the paddle.

“Not your hand?”

“You didn’t specify.”

I took a moment to admire the view, the black fabric clinging so tightly to her ass that it left absolutely nothing to the imagination. I enjoyed looking at the curvy plain of her ass that was waiting for me to take it over. Then, I spanked her.

I spanked her again and again, past what I thought she would endure. When I finally paused, she looked up at me.

“What?” she demanded.

“I’m going to need you to stop that.”

My grip on the paddle was very tight.

“What?”

“Squirming.”

A wicked smile spread across her face, and she wiggled on purpose. I groaned, gritting my teeth, and spanked her once more for good measure.

“I mean it,” I said, pushing her off. “I know you said you wanted to humiliate me but making me cum in my pants is a step too far. And I’m about to do that, if you don’t stop.”

She laughed, tumbling down onto her knees in front of me.

“Hopefully it’s not too humiliating if I suck your cock.”

She licked her lips, but she didn’t make a move towards me. This was her way, I realized, of asking permission.

But it wasn’t good enough.

“Beg.”

She raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

“Uh… please, can I suck your cock, Boss? Master?”

“Like you mean it.”

I unzipped, watching her eyes on me, hungry, wanting.

“Please, my Master. Can I suck your cock?”

There was still a tinge of irritation in her voice.

“Not with that attitude.”

My mouth twisted into a smile. Her eyes bored into mine, and I could tell she was fighting the desire to tell me I was being ridiculous.

“Please.” She swallowed, her eyes flickering down to the floor. “Please, Master, can I suck your big, hard cock?”

I gave a single nod.

She moaned as I slid into her mouth.

I’d made her ask, so she was grateful, eager, like I was actually doing her a favor. Like she had to beg, to be worthy of me. The act of asking permission made it come true. She was enraptured.

And the feeling was mutual.

She was my sweet, beloved pet. Now and forever.

Epilogue

Jocelyn

Three Months Later

The house is eerily quiet when I get home.

“Master?” I call out.

There’s no answer, but that’s not necessarily a surprise. It’s taken some getting used to, living in William’s mansion. Not that I’m complaining, of course, but the sheer size of it is a little overwhelming.