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“So, can we come in?” the cop insists.
“Yes, of course.” I open the door, giving them way. “Georgie is in the dining area.”
The fat cat hisses as Bill passes him by. Good boy. Someone is getting a treat later.
“Relax, Mr. Bingley.” I speak in the calm soothing way my little Petal uses with her cats then smile at the officer. “He’s not good with strangers.”
He nods with a flicker of understanding.
He must own pets, and he knows pets need some sort of familiarity. The fact that the cat keeps following me but hissing at them is enough evidence I’m no stranger.
“Georgie!” Bill runs towards her like a high school idiot with a crush for the most popular girl. He sits beside her and holds her hands in his. “Are you okay? I just brought the officer, everything is going to be fine.”
On the outside, I’m calm, nonchalant even, as I crouch and scratch under Mr. Bingley’s chin. The motion calms the cat down, but not me.
I’m on the verge of boiling over.
He’s touching her and holding her hands, in front of me. I’m so going to mutilate him before finishing his fucking life.
I reach into my pocket and increase the intensity of the vibrator. My little Petal visibly shudders then pulls her hands from Bill to rest them on her lap. She’s squirming, trying to stop herself from giving in to the pleasure and somehow failing.
Her eyes meet mine for a second, they’re filled with a sick type of hatred and lust. If we were alone, she’d tell me to hate fuck her, roughen her up, spank her until she’s a sobbing mess.
My cock hardens at that and I think about the cat to chase away the thoughts.
“Tell the cop, Georgie,” Bill prompts, seeming oblivious to her state.
The cop might not be, though, so I reduce the intensity, to give her room to speak.
“Tell him what?” She sounds semi-normal considering the stimuli against her cunt.
Good girl.
“He’s keeping you against your will.” Bill points in my direction. “He’s making you stay here and—”
“That’s not true.” She cuts him off with a small smile, and despite the briefness of it, that smile is one of the truest things she’s ever offered.
I tilt my head to the side. Where have I seen that smile before?
“What do you mean it’s not true?” Bill’s face reddens with exertion. “He obviously is.”
“Obviously is?” Georgie repeats with a hard edge. She’s not acting right now, but showing her true feelings.
“Well, he’s not your type and you seem suspicious.”
“What do you know about my type, Bill?” She glances at me before reverting her gaze. “He’s the only one who does.”
No idea if she’s only keeping up a façade, or if she’s speaking the truth, but those words do shit to me.
“Can you address the suspicious part, Miss Hill?” the officer asks, still not taking a seat.
“We’ve been…” she swallows. “Exploring some kinks.”
My little Petal is either a tremendous liar or she does believe those words as the truth.
“So, to confirm,” the officer approaches her. “What’s your relationship?”
“He’s my man.” She doesn’t even hesitate to say the words.
I nearly come in my pants there and then.
My man. She called me her fucking man.
Instead, I stand and walk toward her, placing both hands on her slender shoulders. There’s a slight tremor in her body, probably because of the toy.
“Georgie!” Bill tries to reach out for her again, but she keeps her hands on her lap.
“Thank you for your concern, Bill, but it wasn’t needed.” She smiles up at the officer, it’s her usual fake, welcoming smile, but it does the trick. “I’m sorry for bothering you.”
“You’re not the one who’s supposed to apologize.” He gives Bill a side-eye.
“I’ll see you when I return to the hospital,” she tells Bill.
“And when will that be?” He glares at me.
“I’m taking a few days off.”
I reach a hand into my pocket and increase the intensity. A full shudder goes through my little Petal’s body. I can feel the stiffness in her shoulder under my hand, that preparation for orgasm.
“Good night, Bill,” she manages to say.
“Have a lovely night.” I wave at Bill and the officer at the door. Although I’m smiling, I imagine spilling the fucker’s brains on the ground and disfiguring his face —propably both at the same time.
I push the vibrator to its highest intensity.
As I walk back inside, my little Petal’s whimpers and moans fill the space. I stop at the entrance, watching her slumped against the table, gripping both edges so hard, her knuckles are whiter than her natural skin complexion.
“M-make it stop,” she mewls as her cheek lies on the table, facing me. “I did what you asked.”
“So, it was all an act.” I don’t know why the fuck that pisses me off, but it does.
“I... what do you want from me, Jasper?” She reaches for her nightgown. “I did what you asked.”
